Prologue

cw: violence

Finally, I woke up very early because it was a very special day of my life, but...

I'm getting old.

"Did you rest well, anak?" My Mom asked while stretching her shoulder a little.

I nodded "Opo," Lumapit ito sakin saka ako binigyan ng mainit na yakap.

"Happy Birthday, my love." She kissed my cheek, making me smile in delight.

"Where's my lovely daughter?" Narinig kong tanong ni Dad, nakangisi ito habang papalapit samin. Just like what Mom did he embraced and gave me a peck of a kiss.

"Thanks, but you have to stop this," I muttered like a child "I'm already twenty-five!"

"Yes, we're also getting old, Skye." Mom sighed "Gusto na namin magka-apo!"

Ito nanaman sila, napakamot ako sa sariling noo. I don't even have a boyfriend! Being a model was very stressful ni hindi na nga ako makahanap ng nobyo mabigyan pa kaya sila ng apo.

Hindi ko siya sinagot subalit nagtungo sa sariling bahay. Medyo malapit lang naman ito sa kanila ngunit mas gusto ko ang klima at kapaligiran dito.

While scrolling down the internet bunch of my pictures were already posted. I smiled widely when one picture caught my attention, it wasn't a simple drawing because it has this 3d graphic.

Happy Birthday, Skye Erin Claveron!

I rented a bar for my co-models and closest friends. We enjoyed the celebration until I decided to go home because I felt really drunk. Hinatid naman ako ni Brittany, pinaka malapit kong kaibigan.

"Thank you!" I told her after getting off the car.

"No problem, take care!" She replied.

Umalis na ito nang makitang nakapasok na ako sa loob.

I was getting really dizzy but thanked God I still managed to change my clothes. I closed my eyes for a moment when I felt someone caressing my waist. May suot itong mask at sumbrero na pilit na tumatakip sa kaniyang mukha.

With all the strength left in me, I tried to punch  and get off him but failed. Narinig ko ang pagka-lasing ng kutsilyo na nanggaling sa bulsa nito.

"What do you need? I can give you money!" I shouted, getting scared of what might happen.

"Money cannot buy everything, my dear." I heard him mumbled, "Your life, I need your life!"

I trembled in fear "Help! P-Please help me—"

Napalitan ng ipit na sigaw ang boses ko nang maramdaman ang paulit-ulit na pagbaon ng kutsilyo sa tiyan ko. I cried in so much pain.

"P-please..." I whispered, begging.

Marahas akong bumagsak sa sahig kasabay ng pag-alis ng lalaki.

"Who are you?..."