Wazzup Pilipinas!
Id is the most basic part of the personality, and wants instant gratification for our wants and needs. For me, the Id of the story was when Rebecca Bloom, the main character, got to her instinct and started investigating about the case of her parents. She didn’t know what to do at first until she figured out there were only four people in their house that time including her. She kept investigating and found out that the suspect was her.
The ego deals with reality, trying to meet the desires of the id in a way that is socially acceptable in the world. For me, the ego was when Nathalie confessed that Rebecca was the suspect but Rebecca kept on denying it. Rebecca gained some pride during that time. Another part was when Rebecca kept on arguing with her mom instead of saying sorry to her.
The superego develops last, and is based on morals and judgments about right and wrong. For me, the superego was when Rebecca knew that she did it. It wasn’t said in the story but somehow being the author, Rebecca gained some conscience in herself after knowing what really happened. She didn’t expect that she could do such a thing due to depression with her family.
Please read on below as we present to your our short story for the day.
I never imagined that last night would be the last time I’ll hear my parents say whatever they say every night. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how it could be. Actually, I should be happy for what happened because of the cruel things they’ve done, but why am I acting this way? I really don’t understand myself.
I didn’t know that my brother came home earlier that day that’s why I felt tensed and nervous on what’s going to happen. I walked quietly, unnoticeably trying to get to my room without getting caught by my parents. When I’m almost at my door, a voice startled me.
“Won’t you tell me what happened at your school?” my mom said. I felt shuttered and forced to answer quickly.
“It was nothing mom, just some joke.” I panicked and lied to her.
“Joke?! Your brother even told me what happened! And you still have the urge to lie to me! Your principal even called me that you’re suspended for a week! What the hell were you thinking Rebecca?!”
I didn’t answer her.
“Answer me!” Suddenly, my mother slapped me right before my answer.
“Why would I?! You never understand me!” tears began to roll down my cheeks as I felt the pain she had given me, physically and emotionally. She was about to answer me when I decided to run towards my room and slammed the door in front of her. God, I hate her. She’s always like this to me. I am always being scolded by her even if I didn’t do anything.
As I enter my room, I started to cry again. I tried to resist my tears from falling again. But after a few minutes, the feeling of calm enters my mind as I remember the specific events that happened at our school earlier.
I decided to walk to school feeling not loved and emptiness because of the fight I had with my parents. Going through the door and into the hallways, I noticed that everyone was looking at me as if I’m being isolated from the whole school. They keep starring as If they know my secrets. Then a bunch of students started to laugh at me.
“Way to go slut!!” They started to call me unusual names as I walked past through them. At first I didn’t really thought of myself being called like that, sooner I found out that they are watching my scandal. There is only one person that I suspected that could do such a thing, my ex- best friend, Rhiannon.
I rushed to find her, seeing her presence; I felt the urge of strangling her. Anger quickly flowed through me as I felt the pain and embarrassment that she had given me, not only today but also for the couple of weeks. I suddenly approached her and slapped her in front of her other friends.
“How could you do that to me?!”
I cannot believe it. My own best friend, okay let’s just say ex- best friend, betrayed me. What have I done wrong so she could do such a cruel thing? Maybe because of Brian. My boy friend and apparently, her ex- boyfriend. But it’s not my fault, isn’t it?
As I was about to strangle her, she quickly hold my hand and pushed me back. Then I saw an evil smirk on her face for the first time.
“What’s the matter Rebecca? Aren’t you happy? You’re famous now!”
“Famous? Yeah! Now, everybody thinks that I’m a bitch!”
I can’t help it. I want to smack her in the face so hard. But she answered me rudely as If I’m just a stranger to her.
“Why isn’t that true?”
I didn’t need to answer her; instead I grab her hair and smacked her head in her locker. That’s when the noise around us increased as well as the people. But then I felt an extreme pain in my head. Eventually, she also grabbed my hair and smacked my head in the floor where as she’s in top of me.
A few minutes later, our teacher, Ms. Dodds, appeared out of nowhere in front of us and tried to separate us.
“To the principal’s office, now!” she said it with the same anger I felt a minute ago. Then she just walked out of the hallway.
We went straight up to the principal’s office where we both got suspended, especially me. I got 1 week of suspension while she only got 3. After what happened, I decided to cut classes and went home because of the mixed emotions that I felt.
Was it even my fault? Well, maybe half of it was mine but all I did what to protect myself. I started to feel lonesome and despondent again because of the events that happened earlier. When I’m alone at my room, I always feel this way. I used to over think things and reminisced memories that will eventually ruin my day. As I recall my good memories, only a few can be counted, and the rest? Well maybe let’s just say it’s not as good as you think. People tend to be depressed and forlorn because of the demand to be loved and cared. And apparently, I’m one of them.
After a few minutes of being messed up in my own room, I realized that I’m famished but didn’t have the guts to go down stairs for dinner. Instead, I laid down my bed and stared straight to my ceilings. Seconds passed, my eyes felt tired and slowly started to close.
When I opened my eyes, I’m not in my room anymore. Instead, I’m right outside of our house, staring straight to it. I can’t remember being here. I don’t even remember that I woke up. As I looked around me, things were black because of the darkness. And the only thing that had light was my house. I slowly walked over to our front door, and went in until I reached the kitchen. It was really dark so I decided to open the lights. As I opened them, I heard a sound coming from our stairs. I run as fast as I could to look whoever that person is, but instead, I saw nothing. Just some dark staircase leading to the 2nd floor of our house. I began to feel scared and nervous about what I heard but didn’t have the courage to go upstairs. So, I went back to the kitchen to eat. As I was about to get a knife for my bread, I heard a shout coming from upstairs. I ran into my parent’s room where the cry came from. When I opened the door, I was appalled when I saw my parents lying in their bed with a pool of blood coming from them. I was speechless when I saw them, and that’s when I realized they were murdered. I shouted so hard even though my lungs hurt, but I didn’t care. I ran to them and cried, that’s when someone from my behind grabbed my mouth to cover it with a piece of cloth.
Then I woke up.
I woke up feeling tensed, shocked and petrified about what happened. It was just a dream. A horrifying dream. This is the worst nightmare I’ve ever had. When I sat down at the edge of my bed, I felt cold. My hands and shirt are wet, not because of sweat but because of cold water. I also realized that my room was a mess. I didn’t noticed this when I first entered my room earlier, maybe because I’m not in myself that time.
I tried to sleep again, but my mind and body didn’t cooperate with me anymore. So I decided to sneak out and go to my favorite place, the playground near our school.
It’s just a few miles away so I decided to walk by myself. I got there at exactly 2:30 in the morning. This is the only place where I can think clearly about the things that’s happening to me. Here, I can also solve any of my problems, because for me, this is my paradise. A place where I can be myself and no one will judge me. A place where it can give me space and time to think about every single thing that pops in my mind. When it was already 4:30, I grabbed my bag and went home wishing my parents wouldn’t noticed my disappearance.
When I got home, I thought I spotted the wrong house but I was wrong. This is my house, filled with police inside and outside. What happened? Is my family alright? Did something bad happen? I was speechless when I ran to our house, then suddenly, a police officer grabbed me.
“Woahh young lady, you’re not allowed in here.”
“What are you talking about? What happened! That is our house!” I ‘m already panicking. I can’t help it. What if something bad happened to my brother or my parents?
“Are you Rebecca Bloom? “ He asked with a nonchalantly voice.
“Yes! I live there! Let me in!” I tried to struggle for more, but he kept pushing me back.
“Stop it! You may want to listen first. Your parents were murdered this morning, your dad’s secretary immediately called us when she found out. Your secretary said she heard a scream coming from your parent’s room at exactly 2:00 in the morning. We still have no clues in the crime, but will be investigating it. I’m sorry”
My dream. It became true. But how could this happen? How? No. This is all a lie. This can’t be happening. I was really speechless that time that I didn’t even notice the tears that are flowing down my cheeks. I was about to sob when someone from my behind called my name.
“Rebecca, I am really sorry for what happened.” It was my dad’s secretary, Nathalie.
“I’m fine Nathalie” even though I’m really not.
I left her hanging with the words she was about to say. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I was angry and sad at the same time. I didn’t know how I will overcome this fear. I rushed towards the door and ran upstairs leading to my parent’s room. When I opened them, it was exactly what I saw in my dream except their body was not in their bed anymore. Even though I have already seen it with my own eyes, I still didn’t want to believe that all of it was true. Police men roamed around the room to search and investigate for clues that will lead to the suspect.
I felt shattered and scared when I stared at the pool of blood in my parent’s bed. Even though I was angry at them, they didn’t deserve this. I need to find out who the suspect is.
That night, only I, Robert, Nathalie, and Tuesday are the only ones who stayed in our house besides from our parents. What if one of them is the suspect? Well, if that’s the case, I really need to investigate without the help of the police men.
Robert, my little brother, slept that night in a room after mine. He can’t be the suspect because he is too young for this kind of things and also it’s unbelievable. I never really saw what he did that night because he’s too stuck up in his own room. So I decided to go to his room and ask him about the crime. I knocked 3 times in his door but no one answered.
“Robert?” I said quietly.
“What?”
“I just want to talk to you. You know, about mom and dad.” He opened the door and closed it from his behind.
“I really don’t want to talk about them, it just makes me really sad” He said as he looked down the floor.
“I just want to ask you a few things, that night when the crime happened, where were you?”
“As always, I’m just here at my room. I was asleep the whole night.”
I know when my brother is lying or not, and this time, It’s definitely not. We talked about other things after the conversation we had with our parents. After some time, he started to feel sleepy so I just left him in his room. I walked downstairs to see Tuesday, our maid.
I really know nothing much about Tuesday. She’s just a normal maid doing normal things a maid should do. Robert once told me that Tuesday really hated our parents especially mom. Maybe it’s one of the reasons why she decided to kill them.
I searched for her outside and saw her talking to a detective. I suddenly went toward her,
“Tuesday, can I talk to you for a minute?”
She quickly glanced into my direction and nod.
“Okay”
“Tuesday I want you to be honest with me, can you do that?”
“Yes maam”
“Where were you last night?”
She felt shocked and tensed about the question.
“Umm I was asleep all night maam. I always sleep at 10”
From the look of her face, I can sense that she’s lying. But I’m not that sure because she somehow putted some confidence in her answer.
“Are you sure? Did you hear a shout?”
“No maam “She said it as if she was about to cry.
I suddenly realized that somehow she’s saying the truth. Maybe she’s not the suspect. But I still doubt it. After a brief conversation, I let her go so she could have some space and air for herself because she’s acting a little weird. I went to her room to search for some clues. I walked down stairs to her room, near the basement, and went in. Tuesday’s room was neat that you could hardly see anything unlike mine. I began to search for her cabinet to see if there’s something suspicious in it. Then it’s there, a knife. What’s a knife doing in her closet? I had no idea but I needed to find out. I ran upstairs and looked for her until I reached our kitchen. I need to tell this to the police. I was about to leave when I heard someone near the door talking silently.
“Yes, she’s in her room sleeping. I cleaned it all up.”
It’s Nathalie, my dad’s secretary. Who is she talking to?
“They will never know what happened Mark. Everything is all set. Yes, thank you. Bye”
What was she talking about? What did really happen? I got so confused and ran into her.
“Rebecca, how long have you been there?”
“You killed them didn’t you?”
“What are you saying? Are you accusing me?”
“Just answer me!”
“No! I even called the police when I saw them. How could you possibly think that I’m the suspect?”
“Then who were you talking to? What did really happen that were not allowed to know? What Nathalie? What!”
“That I took all your money! Yes, I hated them. I hated all of you! I waited for 5 years for this to happen. And it finally did Rebecca. You mother was the reason why my father died. But I didn’t kill them. How about you Rebecca, where were you that night?” She said with an irritating voice.
“I… I was at my room” Why am I having a hard time telling this to her? Is it because of my dream?
“No Rebecca, before I heard the shout, you were not there.”
“What? No! I was asleep the whole time!”
“Rebecca, you may want to see this to see if who’s lying between us”
She reached a camera that is placed in the dining table and handed it to me. I opened it, and a video started to play. It was in my parents’ room the night it happened. A girl with a dark sweat shirt began to walk beside their bed and grabbed a knife and pierced it to my mother’s shoulder. My mother screamed so loud like she was about die. The girl was not satisfied on what she did and pierced it again and again to my mother and also to my father. This is exactly what I dreamed of. The suspect walked towards the camera still having her knife full of blood in her hands. The moment she was about to released the hood of her sweatshirt; I already knew who she was.
It was me.
Contributed by Bea Ponce
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