Jenna

"Who the hell are you? And what do you want?" I asked, gritting my teeth. The pain was getting worse, and the only thing that this guy did is to stare at me creepily. I went down to take the knife, and he snatches it before I could reach it.
"Seriously, what the hell do you want?" I was fuming.
"I am keeping this with me," with a deep voice, he said. He put the knife in his pocket. "And, think of me as the angel your dad sent to you to save you from your sick mind." He said before he started walking. I was perplexed. What just happened? How the hell he knows my dad? Feeble mind? What a great angel?

Sarah has an unordinary life. Due to previous events in her past, she now experiences some side effects that bigger even to her age. She gets nightmares that never know why she has them, and she kept getting pain in her chest and heart whenever it rains. She never knew an answer about the cause of any of this.
The life she's leading is away from anyone else. 
She doesn't talk to anyway and pushes who tries to get close to her. Until one day, when five guys came with their own stories to bother the painful silence, she was living.
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Warning: I don't encourage self-harm, violence, or aggression; It's a part of the story.
If any of this triggers you or if you don't like it. I don't advise you to read it.

Drops of Pain

"Daddy, am I a bad kid?" The little girl to her father, who was sitting in his office. He pushed what was in his hands, removed his glasses, and looked at her. His eyes softened when he saw the tears streaming in her face. "Why are you saying this, Sarah? You're an angel." 


"The teacher said that bad kids get a hard punishment, and I always feel fire in my chest. Am I bad to you and mom?" 


His heart broke because of the words coming from a five-year-old girl. He can never bring himself to tell her the reason for her pain. He was selfish that he preferred to keep her on sedatives than telling her the truth or even show it to her. 


"Baby, you're not a bad kid, and you'll never be. It just that you feel what the clouds feel when they are hurt, and they give us rain. It's like magic, and it will go away soon." He hoped that he convinced his daughter with these words until he finds the courage to tell her everything. But, himself, he doesn't know when that is going to happen. 


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