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Declamation Pieces 2003
Declamation Pieces 2003
I've been running and hiding for almost three days. I'm dead tired. I need some rest. But no, they are looking for me! And if they find me, I will be put to jail. But, where can I hide? Freddie's father is so influential, so powerful. He is the governor of our great province and did I kill his son! No, don't accuse me like that! I'm not a murderer! Hear me, I'm begging you, I tell you I'm not a murderer. Audience ,let me explain, please. I am a man who born in a province with a happy, simple family. I study in known school because of my hardships in life. All are going to be good, until there came a big burden in my life: It was about late afternoon and I was walking on a road near on my school. And all of a sudden, I heard a man seems he was suffering from a serious injury. I try to find that man, wanting to help him, did you heard that? "Wanting to HELP him!!". Then I saw that man lying on a hidden road there is a gun near to him, and he was seriously bleeding, craving for help, and he is about to die!. He is Freddie my classmate and a son of our governor!! "Freddie? Is that you?, Freddie! what happened to you? Why are you seriously injured?" "Help me! Help! I need your help!" "What happened to you? Oh Gosh, your bleeding" "Curse are those fraternity who did this to me!" he said with full force "Don't talk too much my dear friend, I will brought you in hospital" "It's late, it's late, hahahaha, I am going to die!" "No my friend, can't you remember? When you said that you will be the next governor in this land? How will it be when you were about to die? Don't talk like that Freddie, don't talk like that!" I was running quickly, carrying him, enduring his weight just to brought him to hospital, but he forced to punch me and we fall together on the grounds! "My good and sincere friend" he said that it seems he was losing his hope "Can you pick this gun for me?" Because I am in state of confusion, I follow his commands and pick that gun for him, and I was shocked of what he said, "kill me if you are my friend" he said plainly "what? Are you crazy?" " kill me I say!" "No, no Freddie doctors can cure you! Don't lose hope my friend you will be alive!" "I SAID KILL ME WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HANDS!" he said angrily "but" "I SAID KILL ME! If you're my good friend you will end up my sufferings!" he quickly respond I don't know what is happening to me! I slowly took the gun and fire it up. And in one shot, I was greatly astonished because I killed him with my own hands! I killed Freddie! No, I'm not a murderer! I just end up his sufferings! I didn't mean to do it, I'm not a murderer! I'm not a murderer! But I killed freddie! I killed him! I'm a murderer! Now judges in the court, judge me if I am worthy to be punished. I am not a murderer! I am not a murderer! Ha ha ha ha! I AM NOT A MURDERER!!!!!!
I KILLED HER I killed her because I do love her. These hands, these hands that give life to many, killed her because of my love (for) her. Ladies and Gentlemen of this honorable court, please listen to me, listen to my story before you give my verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer specialist. I was born in a slum district of Batalon. My father oh! I dont know him for I am a child of faith. My mother brought me up(with) such determination and my ambition was to escape the filthy and horrible place of Batalon. I was nourished with hope that someday I might live a life different from her. My mother had a burning faith that she turned the nights into days. All her efforts were not in vain for I pushed through with flying colors. My mother(,) who had given her whole life to me(,) had tears in her eyes as she pinned the gold medal on my proud(chest). Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the Philippines to the United States of America. I embraced my mother tightly as(I) reached the plane..Mother, mother,.. I whispered. You will always be(the) best mother in the world. After four years, I came back with laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I gave my mother everything but I was too late. I(,) who had used to ease the pain of many, came too late to the life of my dying mother. I gave the best treatment(,) but the grasp of death was so tight around her. My God, what is the use of ten years of study if I couldnt even use it(for) my mothers pain. Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I(ran) to her room. Do you love me, child? she asked, as I embrace(d) her. Yes, mother.. If only I could (get rid of?) all your pain and (agony) Then.. if you love me, end my(suffering), kill me Let me die. But, mother, I promise to give life and not to end it. God. She did not deserve the unhappiness. She deserves to be happy. I(ran) to my room and came back with a syringe. Mother, forgive me. God, please understand me. Mother, mother, you must not die.. Dont leave, I love you. It was only (no "a") distilled water..Mother Mother. MOTHER Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled water which ended the(suffering) of my mother. Judge me.. Punish me GO, punish me.. Thy will be done!!!!