It happened one night

First, really, was a state of total thought-obliteration, numbness. It's just like you returned to the tabula rasa state but you don't even know how it felt because you were practically incapable of doing so. Shock came afterwards. But that was short-lived. Disbelief, perhaps 10 hours or so. Then it grips you and won't seem to go away.

Father woke us up while we were sprawled on our makeshift bed on the cold floor sleeping. He told us to check our cellphones. My sister's was gone. It took me a moment to remember where I last put mine. It wasn't in the bag anymore. We had just been robbed, he told us. The TV, DVD, fan and component were all there, just about all the appliance we have. Then I jerked my head to the direction of the component. I've still 2 months to pay up the debt for the first decent watch I bought with my own hard-earned salary. But it was gone. The shiny and sophisticated look to it was gone. The thief left 12 pesos in Father's short pockets. He left me with 70 pesos.

Because of the pattern of the robbery, my stepmother concluded that it was vendetta. Our asshole neighbor went on drunken screaming frenzy the other night and started calling names and spewed every bit of grudge he had on our family which resulted into a verbal brawl. I really don't know about this because I've shunned myself as much as I can of senseless scuffles at home or any dealings. I wasn't at home when it happened so I don't know if there was something that could amount to us being robbed. But apparently, the harmless nonexistent threat was there all the while.

I've heard from people who sympathized and checked, that some kind of spell was cast on us, some smoke potion or devilish chant while circling the compound, because none of us ever woke or were jolted by any movement inside our rented room. We have about 3 knives and one big bolo accessible from sight, and thanked God, they spared us.