PROXY SERIES: RESURRECTION

Chapter 42 - First memory of her

Darcy

I exhaled a relieved breath when I saw her peacefully sleeping on my bed-I could hold this sight the whole day.

Nakatulugan na nito ang halos buong araw na pag-iyak. I was with her the whole time and God knows how it broke my heart seeing her tears. She doesn't deserve all of this. Wala siyang kinalaman sa pagkamatay ni Ms. Suon at lalong-lalo na sa mga kasalanan ng kakambal niya.

She was the most kind hearted, nice and lovable woman I met in my entire life. Reason why I instantly fall for her the first time I laid my eyes on her innocent beauty.

Resurrection...Rexy.

Her name sounds enchanting to me. Same as her fascinating charm. She's definitely a Goddess, inside and out.

I don't know if she still remember but when she saw me seven years ago wasn't our first encounter. It's like yesterday that I can still elaborate it in detailed. My first memory of her-and one of the most unforgettable moments in my life.

I was walking without any destination. Feeling ravenously hungry and thirsty. My face and body was now covered with mud and dirt due to several falling. It's been days I was lost. I run away from home because of guiltiness. My little sister was kidnapped by our family enemy days ago and I was five minutes late to save her. She was unconscious when I found her and when I brought her to the hospital, she was dead on arrival. According to the doctor, she died five minutes ago due to dehydration. The kidnappers starved her to death.

That was the most horrible scene for me. Seeing your little angel unconscious, unmoving, and lifeless. My parents was grieving to death and that added to my conscience. Kung hindi lang sana ako nahuli sa pagsundo sa kaniya sa eskwela noong araw na na-kidnapped siya, hindi sana iyon nangyari, hindi sana siya pupuslit pauwi at lalabas ng mag-isa, hindi sana siya namatay. I was blaming myself for what happened. Wala akong kuwentang kapatid, wala akong kuwentang kuya.

Halos hindi ko kayanin nang makita ko siyang nakasilid sa ataul. Gone her energetic voice, gone her giggles and smiles. She was inside of that fucking coffin, too young for a twelve year old girl and everything was my fault.

Sa kawalan ng tamang pag-iisip tumakbo ako palabas ng bahay, palayo kung saan nakalagak ang kaniyang bangkay. Hindi ko kayang makita siya sa ganoong sitwasyon. Para akong mababaliw habang nakikita ko siyang nasa loob ng kabaong. Siniguro kong makakalayo ako sa'min ng husto. Ayokong makita nila ako, ayokong umuwi.

Habang naglalakad sa gitna ng initan ng katanghaliang tapat nasa isip ko na tama lang sa'kin iyon. Dapat mamatay din ako sa gutom gaya ng sinapit ng kapatid ko. I deserve it. I deserve to die.

Suddenly, I felt weak and collapse again on the road, under the noontime sunlight. I wasn't eating, nor drinking anything since I left home and it was days ago. I nearly lost my consciousness but before it happened, a kid approach me. She was lightly tapping my face and when she noticed my dry and chopped lips, she carefully poured it with water using a bottle she has. I groaned when the liquid submerged inside my mouth and when it touched my thirstiness, it awakened me from my delirium. I remembered my parents, their worry faces and how they cried.

Fuck, what am I doing!

They already lost one of their children, they'll be dead if they loss another!

I looked at the kid silently hoping she can help me and to my surprise, she did. She shouted for help and moments later, I heard an ambulance serin. Bago ako mawalan ng malay, pinakatitigan kong maigi ang mukha nito. Minemorya ko ang bawat detalye at anggulo. The kid looks like an angel at the moment. She has a creamy complexion, like a snow in a winter days. A very blooming snow.