Homecoming

Jasele Mae Priolo

Outcries filled the four corners of the room. Murmuring, gossiping— what went wrong.

There, she scanned their eyes looking through the depth of their soul, still unsatisfied. She yearns for more— maybe someone.

Voice. She searches for that familiar sound, yet she couldn’t. It’s her last resort— her last rope to pull her up from the monster, she will become.

Hopelessly, she took a glimpse of the ice-cold body in front of her. A loud grieving tone uproars. It pleases her. Finally, she sighs.

For the last time, she stares at an old ragged man shaking the body of the young girl bathed in her own blood. Thoughts appeared in her mind what if she didn’t pull the trigger? Will she stand a chance to meet him again?

The girl took a few steps beside him, smiles as she slowly fades away and whispers, “Welcome home, Dad.”