"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

"Baby, don't bail on me for brunch. I need to see your celebrity ass. It's hard to meet you these days." Believe me, if I said the person who said that was Adam. 


"You're the ass for calling a business meeting brunch. You could admit that you don't have time to put me in your schedule, so you gave me some time before your lunch meeting..." 


"Ugh, how can I fool everyone and turn the table on them while you easily figure me out?" He groaned, cutting my ranting. 


Adam and I became best friends in the past two years. We had to do some work together when I was touring in Europe. And he was monitoring me when Ethan wasn't. Both of them annoyed the hell out of for some time. They tried to keep track of everything I did so that I won't go rogue. By the time I grow okay with reporting my moves to them, we grow closer than before while meeting whenever we're free from work. 


Adam's project