Eyes are bound to see beyond what our minds cannot believe.
Kat woke up another day to thank her creator. It’s the first day in her life she ever noticed the sky above her head, the reddish color of newly bloomed roses,and the flocks of birds mightily flying across the horizon. However it was also the first time she saw the broken train tracks beside her house, the old widow from across the road, and the worried people all over the town.
Kat wanted so badly to understand the things happening around her. It was an early Sunday morning when everyone was in their best clothes, taken from who knows where, hidden in their old wooden boxes. But now, the people crowded on the footsteps of her house. Everyone was devastated on the site of a bloody young man lying on the floor who seemed to still be fighting for his life, or who simply was being touched by the wind.
The people only knew the man by the name of Max. They were aware that the newly graduated young man was a talented artist and inventor. He brought fame and joy to the entire town. Even though it was a small infamous town named Sitio Pag-asa in the Southern area of Luzon; that young man decided to dedicate his work helping the residents of this town. He moved to this place just a year ago.
“Mabait na bata iyan. Jusmiyo, tumawag nga kayo ng pulis,” shouted a lady among the group walking from the east.
“He saw a spectacular future for our people,” said another from the crowd, but Kat couldn’t fully see which one.
Kat observed from the window on the second floor. She looked down on the people walking in groups closer and closer to her home. But there was no shouting, no rush. She recorded everything, remembered every word and every face she saw. Then she moved downstairs with the goal of meeting her creator yet when she tried to open the latch on the staircase, it didn’t do anything. She tried again and once more right after. She stopped after three tries. She went back to the window, recorded. Then she went back to her room.
After the incident was reported to the police, the rescue was too late. The body of Max was just sent to the morgue and the policemen proceeded with the investigation. With people teary-eyed, mourning for the loss of a well-loved person in their town, they seemed to have cried not for the loss of Max’s life but also for the loss of their dreams. They may not be able to read or write but they understand every dream they have, and every hope they try to put on that young man.
In the midst of the mind-blowing event, the murder of a young dreamer, Kat was left alone inside the room where her creator used to stay. She may never understand the events that she had seen but surely she’d be the only witness to a crime that forever will be a mystery to the people of Sitio Pag-asa. She was a masterpiece that could never be seen as real and trustworthy. She was just a machine who fixed the schedule of Max, who kept his formulas and studies, who cleaned the house, and who always greeted the day with a visit to her creator. She served to be the life-long love of a person with a big heart. But today was the first and last time she would see the world with all its greatness and all its ugliness though she could never really tell which is which. For today, she’d forever be shut down.
WRITER’S NOTES:
I was browsing through my old files and was trying to organize them until I found this piece. I have forgotten about this already. It is an unpolished and unfinished one. Yet, I think that it is still good to share with others. Also, I might find this as a helpful guide should I wish to truly build a full story based on the concepts I initially put here.
I hope you enjoyed reading. Here are some language notes as well to understand some of the Tagalog words I used.
Translations
*Sitio in English means “Town”
*Pag-asa in English means “Hope”
“Mabait na bata iyan. Jusmiyo, tumawag nga kayo ng pulis” = “He was a kind boy. Oh, God, call the police.”
Yakapin 
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