48 A murderer and a virgin.

I went inside my bedroom and closed my eyes.. Memories of my sweet family came back like it was just yesterday when my sisters and I would run to meet our papa in the hallway..

Memories of our silly games, innocent fun, childish conversations and daydreaming..

My sisters were all pure and virgins when they met their tragic deaths.. Mama used to tell us to keep ourselves untouched and clean so our future husbands would put us in the pedestal.. But it will never happen now..

If there was someone I would imagine myself to be with, it was Ivan.. He loved me when I was at my most vulnerable stage and he lost his life because he was trying to help me..

I wouldn't waste his sacrifices.. I must live for my brother.. If that means losing my virginity, then I will lose it so he could have a better chance of living..

That night, I decided to grieve for myself one last time.. For the loss of innocence, purity, chastity.. and the girlhood dreams that I once had.

I was murdered a long time ago with my family.. but on that moment, I was preparing for another death..