"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.
Want to know more? Keep turning the pages.
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

I heard the knocking on the door. It must be my mother. 


"Come in." She entered, not looking herself at all. She was wearing all black, no makeup, and she has puffy eyes surrounded by redness. Okay, I should wait for worse. 


"My dear Sarah, I am sorry." I don't want an apology. "Why you didn't tell me about the pain in your chest? Ethan told me you were hurting yourself. I thought that it was gone." 


"Well, I wanted to, but you were enjoying your new life without me. Who am I to ruin it?" 


"You're my daughter. I could've helped and tell you everything if I knew. I kept pushing the truth, thinking that you were not hurt anymore. I didn't want to hurt you saying things that you didn't supposed to know at all," She wept. 


"You're the one that ignored me, and now you're saying you would tell me the truth? What the connection between this and my pain? You went with your life since the person who connected us wasn't there anymore. Speak now, I have to know why I am living this mess." 


The cruel truth in a letter