That Morning

From the time I opened my eyes at nearly 4:15am, I realized it was a day like no other. The silence was with associate with complete blackout - No sounds, no movements and it was like no air. I was at my door staring blankly at the terrace thinking where else is everybody. My uncle used to sleep at the second floor receiving area, but that morning, no one's in there, or even a thing. I hurried up to attend to my morning routines since Tuesday is a duty day. I left the house at exactly 5:30am and still, I saw no one. No breakfast, no coffee break and no goodbye kisses.

I walked in the darkest alley of Franc Street. There were no lights. The only functional light is at the crossing. As I pushed through I felt the cold breeze at my back. I wasn't scared at all. I just continued walking with my arms crossed on my chest. And then I laid off with a tricycle ride.

"It's a gloomy morning"

I told to myself. If only I could paste my sad face the end of each word, I would. It felt like I was having a premonition. Something really bad is going to happen, and when that time comes, no one will be standing by at my side.For sure, NO ONE.

1 day. 2days. 3 days passed. I was anxious to see the day I should not hope for. Not until one night.