"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

When I woke up from the coma, I wasn't feeling myself. I had another layer of terrible memories in my mind. Ones that I wished I had lived alone. I was destined to it from the day I was born, but I had to drag a group of exceptional guys in it and have what I experienced as a part of their memories too. 


The darkness inside me was unbearable. It was crawling under my skin. A snack that was bitting every place it touched. I felt its pain from the inside. The poison was running through my veins, torturing every nerve in my body to remember his touch, his filthy fingers, his icy knife that was the same blade piercing Noah's shoulder. 


I tried to suppress the pain as much as I could. I wanted to hit my body so I can feel the external pain instead of what I am feeling now, but my hands were numb. I can't move any muscle. I had to bear with it and watch the ceiling until someone comes to my room. 


The irony