Princess in Hell

"You must bring the cat's head or else I'll cut yours intead." Banta ko sa kalaro ko at takot naman itong tumango at hinabol ang pusa. 

She's a pussy.

What's her name again?

Ah she's Riandra, my sister. 

"Riandra Laenn! Come down here!" Sigaw ko mula sa ibaba ng mansion habang nakapameywang na nakaabang. 

And my sister with shaking body run down toward me. Such a weak! 

It was one sunny afternoon of friday. We were having the fun of our life. Riandra is my little sister, a two younger than me. I never hate her neither love her. She is just my sister.

"Ate..." I raise my eyebrow at her small voice. "C- can we eat that colorful thing?" Her eyes is full of curiousity so I nod my head. 

Naglakad ako patungong cart at inilabas naman ng yaya namin ang pera. She bought 3 colors of cotton candy.

"This is a cotton candy, don't ever forget its name, I won't tell it again." Strikto at maldita kong sabi at masaya naman itong tumango.

She's a soft girl.

A little thing can make her happy. 

"Yaya go and buy something you want to eat. We'll be back at the playground." Utos ko sa yaya at naglakad pabalik sa playground.

Usually I'll felt her presence beaming in happiness while tailing me but I felt something weird. Napatigil ako at nilingon si Riandra only to find out she's not there anymore. 

Nilibot ko ang mata ko ngunit hindi ko makita ang kapatid ko. 

My heart start racing faster. I'm getting scared. 

"Yaya! My sister is missing!" Sigaw ko sa papalapit na yaya at agad naming sinuyod ang buong lugar. 

She was not there.

My busy parents send our guards and investigator but until the sun set in front of me, they never seen my sister. 

I was hoping. 

I hope alone.

I was alone in the mansion waiting for her to comeback.

I remember not leaving in that playground for a month. I almost live there hoping I'll see her again.

I never blame anyone because there's no one else to blame but myself.

I grow up hoping we'll see each other again.

I never lose hope.

This story is based on the girl's tragedy. Losing a love ones is painful but losing them without making them feel what we truly felt for them is more painful.

Some stories are written on boy's tragedy and trauma that make them a red flag. But as a author, I would like to write a story that tackle a woman's mystery that makes her misery.

This is a romance story and also a story that will lead us to different conclusion.

Read at your own risk.

I'll put warning if needed in that chapter.

I hope you'll like it.