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.
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

The door of the dorm opened, and it was Liam who did. "I have a cake for after dinner," I sang but got no reaction. Liam looked distracted by something, so he only nodded and went upstairs. I was waiting for him to snatch it from my hand and run. 


I went in and closed the door. I invited myself to the living room. So bold of me getting in a five boys' house without them noticing me. "Oh, Sarah! You're here." Daniel spoke with a mixed look in his face. Maybe he's surprised to see me. At least, I feel welcomed seeing his smile. He and Adam were sitting in the dining table surrounded by a bunch of what's look like work papers. 


"I am sorry, guys, for coming without calling. You two look busy," I said, bitting the inner in my checks. What was I thinking? I should've to call Ethan at least and ask. I was so into the idea of going tomorrow to think about it. "I hope my cake will make up for it. I can make dinner," I suggested. 


Last time a the dorm