"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

It was like a guided dream—a voice guiding my lost body surrounded by darkness. Images flashed in front of me. I saw my life in front of me like the movie's scenes. 


I opened my eyes with a rational mind and heart in ashes. Everything is crystal clear. What that monster did to me wasn't new. They were only details from here and there that I didn't remember like his face, for example. And him having Uncle's Oliver's features didn't make him look like my uncle's at all. The person who the stupid little version of me called Uncle Alec has a psycho look in his eyes. How didn't they saw it on him? How did they let their daughter close to a guy like that? How my mom made me obey him to the point I thought what he did was normal? 


My father wasn't really a father to me