The Bullet Code: Fired

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I can tell that the feeling will never be the same again.

I can't sense my touch against the steering wheel and the lever as I turn round the curved path. My fingers fail to act the way they used to, before. My foot pressed the pedal as if I was angrier. I can't seem to focus around. My mind was a haze.

It was blurry. I can see some wet drops on the protective transparent of my helmet. Like tiny insects, these drops grouped themselves due to uncontrallable speed and emotions. That was when I remembered something.

"You see, this is for us. We led them to believe this helps others but you see, their hardwork produced just the exact money we need."

"Money? It's not that bad. You accumulated millions from this."

I changed gears again before doing a left turn. I stepped deeper on the pedal until maximum. The speed reached its limit. I was, too.

"The boy gave us the fame we need."

I don't care anymore. My mind was blank.

What I was holding moved itself because I can't any longer and all I can remember was a loud sound of the nightmare I want to forget.

Darkness seeps like snake through the pores of my skin.

"Ah!"

I quickly open my eyes. I stared on the ceiling for seconds before I go back to my real senses. I sat and refreshed some parts of the dream I had. When I feel beads of sweat cover my forehead, I knew it was not a nice dream.

That was a bad memory I hide towards the back of my mind, afraid to open the box that conceals it.

I find my eyeglasses on my bedside. When I wore it, I stood and walked towards the sink to drink water.

And here my dream pesters me because I was reluctant to admit those memories I suppress. The cycle will repeat, I'm afraid and my sleep will be troublesome. That's not good because I need sleep to act.

I went to my bed and pulled my phone below the pillow. I checked the day today which is Saturday, no school, at 5:30 in the morning.

"Siguro kakain na lang muna ako." I said to myself. Mayroon namang lugawan malapit sa apartment. Naisip kong ikain na lang ang masamang alaala para malimutan.

I pulled a sweater from my drawer since I know that it's quite cold during this time and brought my wallet, phone and keys before I stepped out of my room.

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Wala masyadong customers ang lugawang malapit sa Apartment dahil Sabado at kaunti lamang ang maagang gumigising para mag-almusal bago pumasok sa araw na ito. Though usually, they are packed on weekdays.

I choose to eat my soup inside though there were seats outside the establishment. Open kasi ang structure kaya malaya ka kung saan pupwesto. Kaharap na nito ay daanan ng mga sasakyan.

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