My Life - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

"Catherine Nicole! Wake up right this minute!" I hear my mother shout from downstairs. I slide out of my bed and fix my hair to the best of my ability then walk over to my vanity and look in the mirror. I see a dark, cloaked figure huddled in the corner of my room and quickly turn around to see that the mysterious figure is gone.

“Nico! Nico!” my mom, Lutex, shouted while aggressively shaking me, “Wake up our ride is here.” I looked at the clock and stared at it for a long time, it read: 4:30 am. I moaned in despair and remembered that we were flying to our cousin’s house today. I still thought it was unfair that my sisters and I had to go to our cousin’s while our parents went to Las Vegas. I got my mind off of it and raced to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I got out and my sisters were waiting behind the door. I crept out and heard a honk. This was not the honk you’d hear from a duck, but a car. I got dressed into sweats and a shirt, fixed my shoelaces and stepped outside. Surprisingly, my parents and sisters were already situated with our suitcases.

My palms were as sweaty and heart was in my throat. My mom and I were currently at Hartsfield Jackson Airport, waiting for his arrival. I knew my mom was feeling as nervous as me because she almost ran someone over this morning. She was boring holes into the sliding glass doors, as if she glared hard enough, it would open. I held my breath as I saw the doors slide open, only to sigh when I saw a woman with Wal-Mart on her luggage cart. After a few dozen people, a 5’6 male figure with a pair of jeans, blue t-shirt, and socks and sandals made his way over to us after my mom basically yelled out, ”Bao!”, his name, and waved like her life depended on it. He’s here, my older brother.

“My lifestyle will go with me to my grave,” I thought as I took a sip of my Moscato, sitting at the bar during happy hour in Saltgrass Steak House talking on my cell phone with Akie D. “Man, I’ve been fucking up behind Ingrid’s back bro. I really don’t know what I’m going to do about my latest situation with Ingrid. I have really been acting strange lately.”

Picture yourself in my position; imagine looking through my eyes. During this story that I am about to tell, I want you to pretend you are me. Feel my emotions, feel my pain, and feel the moment. Relive my story…

I snuggled into something soft yet hard. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust the brightness that was coming from the window. I rubbed my eyes. I looked around to see me in our room, on the bed.

I yawn and arch my back in a big stretch. I could see my breath in the air. It would be getting colder from now on. I take a look around the small hut we call home.

I stepped into my host on a Thursday, slipped into the cracks of her insecurities and nested in the place where her pride once was. I flipped and destroyed her home, smashed the windows that looked out onto her beautiful garden and barricaded the doors. I wasn 't being evicted, not this time.

I have never been more scared in my entire life. I’ve seen it in movies but it’s never happened in real life. I can actually see it with my own eyes. We all saw it and we even have evidence.

The message rang in my ear. I could not believe what I was hearing. My body had gone completely numb. I no longer could feel myself sitting, but only felt sharp ice cold pains that the table was sending through my body. This just can not be true. I do not have time for this. How could I have this happen to me? I wanted to speak but could not find the words. What was there to say? I sat on that cold icy table, his eyes watching with concern.

"Mommy! Look!" I cried as I held a snowflake in my hand, as if I was holding a newborn baby.

My mother always told me that in the end, everything loses importance. All the things we’ve worked for, spent our time on, the things we desire the most lose the light that inspired us at the beginning. I believe it to be different or at least hope for it to be different. I want that light to be there forever because I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked for. I’ve built this world in my mind; a vision of what I want my life to be like and who I want to live it with. In that world, he stands, and everything revolves around him. He is the embodiment of that world. It has been built in his honor because he is what I aspire to be.

I should have stopped him, I knew he was too young, his body; too weak, his brain; not smart enough but I still let him go. His mother, Mrs. Robert’s had made the mistake to trust me with her only child, Cameron. I regret what happened to him, he was just an innocent five years old, full of energy and curiosity that I used against him. I wish I could take it all back but I can’t because that poor child is already dead. Only because I let the evil inside me run free and chained the conscience to the back of my brain. That one decision will haunt me for the rest of my life.

It started with a single crash. Then my world fell apart. A piercing scream filled the air, one that I will never forget. It was my mother’s... Then everything went black.