One day, they came back again to throw tomatoes and goo at our windows. That’s before they lit our home on fire. It was scary, and I remember our screaming and how damp and crowded it was. The exit never seemed so difficult to find.
I was able to escape, but no matter what I did, I wasn’t able to catch up on my mother, father, and anybody within the shelter. We all ran frantically outside, where the bullies began to scream at us too and throw things at us while we ran out. They were able to beat us, and they cut my hair and dragged me to the river nearby and threw me. Lucky since I’m good at holding my breath underwater, I did so but I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I didn’t recognize where I was. I couldn’t find home. I didn’t see anyone I knew. I was in another province. Crowds rushed by, and I felt eager to know what had happened to my family. That’s when I knew that it would be impossible to find them when soon after, I was able to detect where I was. Shungro, Kiddish.
I had to find the bullies and make them pay for what they did. I saw my uneven hair and the scars and bruises I had from the event. I was so angry, but I controlled it for as long as I could. Later, I found my destiny. Smirking, all that I had would be my desires from now on.
Still, I am focused on other things. I live in this nice forest nearby. I have some friends,
Still I have a secondary thought and goal to find any of my family, the people I once remembered. As far as I got, I can’t really remember them now.
Yes, I already gave the bullies what they deserved. Now they are living in regretful agony, unable to escape my magic and my dominance over them. I want to find my brother Joshine, though. And Adella. I miss my siblings, some of them, very much.