last Feb. 11 2011, I was having my practice for our family days. And as I went back to our apartment almost 11 pm I knock at the door lowly to open me up and not to disturb them.. I knock again and again but no one have ever woken up. I was feeling so cold that night for i was so full of sweat on to my t-shirt, my body is shivering and i was so tired. I knock once again very loudly.. for I can no longer hold the cold and weakness that my body is feeling..... I heard that their were people outside talking and drinking beverages... as I keep continuing knocking at the door loud.... i never knew that the people inside were already awake and was so scared to what i have done.. I don't even know that there were no people on my room to open me up....but on the other their was.. because of my knocks they thought I was a thieve. the people outside who were drinking thinks there is a theft, they then start throwing stones at me to knock me out or scare me out, what I did was I sat down trying to cover my head from the big stones their throwing at me, they even call the police.
I was trapped and can go nowhere from my location, the room is located on the second floor and the only way to get there is by stairs, the door to the room is very close to the stairs that's why they can't see me because it was too high while they are on the ground busy throwing big stones nearly the size of a closed hand.
Because of that the police drag me with nothing on my feet down the stairs because the information they got was i'm a theft, I'm in extreme shock, I can no longer talk because my body is very weak and shivers that time and my sweat has dried out waiting and knocking with nobody ever responded for more than an hour (stupid) and I cannot believe to what kind of trouble I was in.The Police asked me if I was drunk cause I can't barely talked and stand. I said NO, I am just tired from a breathtaking practice.There were people also on the nearby apartment and people who lives there came out rushing to watch to what happened thinking who is this fucking theft they caught. Well after they knew that it was just me who was knocking at the door, the police were very angry to what had happen.. that they came for nothing.
Early in the morning still had no sleep trying to sink in what had happened and I still in extreme trauma, i went home, I leave at the apartment at 5 am.with anger,fear,and everything that all my emotions mixes...
I have never told my parents about what had happened for I know they will be disappointed at me. I just simply put a smile as if the usual days as I get home every weekend.
As I return back to OZAMIZ CITY for my school; while I was riding the bus almost to the MUKAS port, my tears suddenly fell down for I know the trauma I got on that place, that horrible nightmare that ever happened to me. That event when i was being thrown by big stones.. watched by many people. and caught by the police... it felt very heavy that my emotions could almost burst out of my chest, that extreme pain that i have never ever felt before, even worse than losing someone important in your life..i extremely murmurd crying on the bus until we reached the port, that horrible memory that will scar my life forever, a memory that I will carry for a lifetime.
THIS IS MY MOST UNFORGETTABLE EXPERIENCE THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME and hopefully never ever to happen again..
