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"Get out! Don't you ever, ever come back of my house, B*astard!" shouted by my madrasta as she thrown away all my things out of their house, well actually, out of my own house! these are words keep on roaming down my eras, ( as if I'm playing a song of a pirated cd.) While I'm starting to pick up my clothes which is spread out on the street. At the age of 10, I can't understand why I have to leave my house, the house of my late mama! the whole village was staring at me as if I'm a murderer. I can hear their whispering voice talking about my papa! And here's my papa cpming, handling a bottle of alcoholic drink and a pack of cigarette on the other hand. I am so curious what those things can do to make my father act like other person. I tried to approach him hoping that he would fight for me but I was wrong, instead I receive a big slap on my face while saying..."You, useless, get out of my way!" I cried and cried but no one cares to wipe my tears. One step, two stesp, three steps, finally, I reached our village chapel... carrying my things in both hands. I put it down and kneel. " I can't figure out why they have to do those things to me? why they have to hurt me? And where did I go wrong, Why I'm having this kind of punishment?" Of course, the altar couldn't answer that so I went out of the chapel, not knowing where I will go. Until I saw a couple who has been watching me by the time i entered chapel. They offered me that I could stay in their house if i want. Of course as a child I accepted it. They've been so good to me, in fact they even treted me as their own child. I'm proud to say that they were able to send me to school and gave me a better life. Unfortunately, an accident happen when I wasn't there in our house. After spending few hours in school I immediately went home to show them (my so called parents) up my grades. But as I open the door, the whole house was messy. I look for them all over the house, and I saw them on the garage showering their own blood, helpless and dead. I can't believe what I saw. I called up for the police man and ambulance, but they're both dead on arrival. My heart was filled with anger, I can't give justice to them... the only person who gave love and showed care to me. Again, I am left alone! Nobody cares, nobody loves! I spent half of my teenage life in the street where I met people having the same story as me or even worse than I had. They were kind-hearted though they belong to a gang... a gang that soon I became a part. We are "hired killers!" Exactly...we are trigger men, we are paid byt he rich people to kill and assasinate one person. No questions at all, as they gave the money then we're ready to kill. Politicians,enemies,businessmen or even just a simple person as long as we're told to do so then on the next day you won't be able to see them anymore. Yeah, in just a snap of a finger, job was accomplished without single evidence!!! That's how expert we are! Different tactics,styles and techniques we are using. As the youngest member of the group I find it hard to assasinate one person but when I remember how my so called parents were killed then I don't care whom they are. Hatred is the only thing that I can feel in my heart. My eargerness to give them to justice pushed me to kill. I know they wouldn't like what I'm doing right now but its for their own welfare. And now I'm already 20 years of age. Everytime, I would be given a task to kill, they (the older members) told me to act like a innocent girl since according to them I'm pretty and sexy enough to attract foolish guys.. Since then, they start calling me "Mariposa" (or a wild butterfly) as my code name. Using the tip of a small samurai, I carved a butterfly in the chest of my victims, as my trademark. Because that's the last insect that i saw lying on the chest of my mama after she has been killed. Ont time, I was assigned to kill a businessman. As usual, personality of Mariposa has come out of me. They told me to disguise like a "maid" since our prospect was looking for a maid to hire. I submitted my resume and apply. I was shocked when I saw him, He's handsome, for about three years older than me and very rich. But the plan never fail, he immediately acccepted me and told me to start on the next day. Household chores bacame easy for me since I've grown up doing those things for myself. I became observant, every actions that i noticed I actually reported it to our boss. Most of the time he's handling his phone, talking to other person on the line...Hmmmmmm, it seems like an illegal transaction was going on. Weeks have past, he's now starting to give his trust on me. Yes, our plan was now working. He treated me well and never let me to do all the chores instead he let the other maids do it. He even let me to clean his room, a thing that before was strictly prohibited to me. He was relly a billionaire, he almost have everything in his room...a soft bed, a flat tv, a big couch, couple of computers and laptops and series of locker. "Hmmm, what's inside these lockers?" I asked myself. After cleaning his room, I went to my room then take a bath and prepare myself to sleep. But still the locker keeps on bothering me. So, out of my curiosity, I went back to his room but i brought a glass of milk as a prop in case he would catch me. Unfortunately, he was there already...just arriving from his work. But still I continue to knock on the door. As he opened it I saw him topless..his abs were perfectly curved. I gave him the milk he answered.."Its better if you brought me a glass of coffee rather than milk!" But I insist and said, "Sir, milk is good for your health unlike coffee it will make you look older." We smiled to each other then laughed as he gets the milk. Hw offered me to enter his room to have some chat. We exchange so many stories, and we both kept on laughing until midnight has come and he told me that..." I think, you should sleep..its midnight already, you might wake up late tomorrow and I'LL fire you if you failed to wake me up at 7am." As me laughed loud. On my way to my bedroom, I can't take him out of my mind. I can still hear his laughs, I can still remember his smile and corny jokes. I didn't expect that this serious looking businessman knows hot to make other smile. Then I fell asleep thinking of him. Morning was great, sunshine was bright and the sky was blue. I don't know why I have this feeling. I began to appreciate everything which is before just darkness. "Am i falling for him?" I asked myself. I can't answer my own question not because I don't know the answer but it's because I'm afraid to face the truth. The next morning, I received a call from one of my gangmates saying that the day after tomorrow is the right time for me ti kill him. I must prepare and be careful in everything that i will do. "But how can I do that to the person that I loved?" I asked myself. Yes, I love him already and I dont want him to be killed of to be hurt by others. "But how about the people who helped me throughout my darkest days, will i left them hanging? I don't know what to choose! If I only knew that it will come up to this point, I shoul've refused to accept th task." I told myself. "Then I've made up my mind , I won't kill him anymore... I can't! tonight I will go to his room and tell him the whole story, I will tell him how much I love him...I will give him this diary of mine so, I supposed he could forgive me after all..." These are the last few lines I've read on her diary. Before she went to my room, I knew already their plan of killing me...It hurts me to know that the person I love could kill me. When she knocked on my door I opened it. We talked for a while then I kissed her until we make love! I never planned of killing her but when I saw her getting something from my drawer, I thought it was a gun so I shot her. Blood flow in my bed, she wan't able to say anything but as she closed her eyes tears start to roll and saw this diary on her hand. But its late for me to realize that she was supposed to give this!='(