The Mafias Pillow Bride

'Why did I have to witness everything that happened tonight?' As he lay in his bed, his thoughts raced through his mind. 'I have an exam in the morning, and I know I'm not going to sleep tonight.'

He tried to close his eyes in the hopes of falling asleep, but every time he did, he was greeted by the girls' face and the sound of her voice calling his name, which he replayed in his head.

It was 12 o'clock in the evening, and it was raining heavily in May. A girl lay on the side of the road, drenched from the rain and with bruises covering her face. The girl grunted as she tried to stand on her own two feet, but she couldn't because her body was in so much pain. She was clenching her stomach to put pressure on her stab wound. She tried to stand up again but failed and fell to the ground once more. As the rain continued to fall heavily around her, her wound was oozing a lot of blood, which was dripping onto the road. She had given up hope and had simply let her body lie on the side of the road, waiting for the moment when her soul would leave her body. That was the first time she understood the true meaning of rain, which she had never experienced before.

'Is... is this the feeling of... happiness?' She was puzzled. Despite the fact that it was difficult for her, she managed to say something.

She closed her eyes slowly and simply let the rain fall on her face and all over her body. She is unconcerned about what will happen to her; all she wants is to rest in the midst of the downpours.

'I hope the rain doesn't stop,' she said almost in hushed tones.

The girl passed out while lying on the side of the road in the middle of the night, with no one around to call for help, not even a single soul.

Have you ever felt as if the rain was entering your heart while you were dancing beneath the drizzles? Did you feel anything different when a drop of rain fell on your cheeks, like a kiss from someone you care about? Tell me how you're feeling. What were your emotions like at the time? Because she'd never felt or experienced anything like that before.

The young boy with an umbrella noticed something on the side of the road from a distance while walking along the side of the road on his way home. It wasn't long before the rain started pouring again. He moved closer, double-checking the object he had just noticed. He knelt down and approached the object, noticing that it was a girl who had passed out.

'What happened to her?' mumbled he.

He noticed blood on the ground near where the girl was lying while checking on her. It combines with rainwater and runs down the road. It sounded as if it came from the girl's stomach. He took her pulse and discovered that it was not beating at all. He is unable to locate her pulse. He took out his cellphone, which he kept in his pocket. He dialed a phone number.

'Mama? Are you at home?' he asked over the phone.

'I desperately need your help. I'm standing on the small bridge, and a young lady is nearby.' 'I believe she is in pain.' His voice was a little too loud because the rain was still falling heavily.

'She's unconscious; I'm not sure why I couldn't find her pulse,' the boy says. 'Come on over here.'

He hung up the phone and slid his cellphone back into the pocket of his jeans. He tried again and again to find her pulse, but he was unsuccessful. In an attempt to stop the bleeding, he tossed the umbrella to the ground and applied pressure to her stomach. This was his situation until his mother arrived on the scene.

'What happened to her?' his mother, who was also holding an umbrella and appeared concerned, asked.

'I'm sorry, ma, but I'm not sure. I just happened to see her this way.'

'That's fine. Everything is fine.' I'll contact the barangay.' She hushed him and gently touched his son's cheek.

'Does she appear to be all right?' The youngster inquired. He looked down at his hands, which were stained with the girl's blood.

'She's fine, anak.' You only need to go home and change your clothes.'

'But, I'd like to stay here,' he said.