Her Last Wish

Prologue

"Anong gusto mong paraan na mamatay?"

A manly voice echoed as he appeared in front of me. The cold breeze touched my skin.

I know this is just a dream. But why do i feel like it's real?

White. No traces of darkness. Am I...in heaven?

"Hindi ka nagkakamali, nasa langit ka."

I tried to follow His voice. And there He is, smiling beside a woman on her 20s. That woman...she looks exactly like my mom.

He dressed so neat. He wears a roman tunic and a robe. He looks nothing like God.

"Bakit tinatanong po ninyo yan? Kinukuha niyo na ba ako?"

"You're different dear. You want to kill yourself slowly. Bakit?"

"Ano pong ibig ninyong sabihin?"

"You wanted to get sick. Right?"

I was taken aback. All this time I was trying to find a way to get sick.

Terminally ill. No possible cures and no possible treatments. I am not hungry for pity. I just want to feel alive. Because if I feel pain, I feel less empty. I feel alive

Maybe most will choose to find a way that does not take time. Painless. But am I weird enough to choose the latter?

"Uh right. So?"

I wanted to be free. I am not suicidal. Or maybe?

"How does that have to do for you to be free?"

"I dont know. Why--"

"Do you want to feel the pain like what your mom felt?"

"What? No! I just.."

"You have your dad and your best friend waiting for you. Don't let them get disappointed. They might feel twice the pain."

Then I hear murmurs. I know them. It's my dad, with my best friend. Talking about me. Funny moments I shared with them, to be exact.

"Do you want to leave them behind. With your selfish desires?"

"No. Of course Not!"

"Then choose."

After saying that, He faded. Leaving me dumbfounded. He left me speechless.

He left me standing...

Thinking if I should go beyond this line or step back to where I used to live.