"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

"N-Noah? Um, what are you doing here?" I bared my feet on the floor so I won't fall from the shock. "I need to spend time with someone who is not my father or a member of F.A," He answered, giving me a foxy?! smile. "And that person is me?" I pointed at myself in disbelieve. 


"Can I come in?" I moved aside, letting him in. I am thankful that I cleaned For Ethan. He's a clean freak. That doesn't mean I am not a neat person; I just make a mess in the middle of the week. I leave clothes all over the room. I come in from work, removing my layers of clothes all my way to my bedroom. I arrive in the bathroom only in my underwear. So cleaning before sleeping yesterday was a blessing. 


He took a sit on the grey couch. I scanned him for a moment. We were matching. He was wearing a black coat, a black t-shirt over black jeans. He has the same color under his eyes. It looks like he didn't sleep at night, and it's understandable. 


A sweet day and its end!