Crystal. That's what I'm made of, crystal.
But I am not a beautiful vase to admire or a magnificent sculpture in the shape of a swan. I am a broken glass.
I don't know when it happened or why they keep stalking me, but now I'm bedridden. I feel that if I speak, my soul will escape down my throat and I will become a living dead. My eyes are bloodshot and I feel too tired to fight for my freedom once again.
I just want this to end. Help. I am shattered.
This is the story of Sofia Belsunce.