"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

I still think I did the right thing -not spiting the harsh words- pretending that I lost my memories of Sarah. It was the right choice for that time. I was only going to be bad for her. I would have hurt her more than what Alec did. And for what he did, he should be six feet under, not in a sell, eating and sleeping well. Only the thought of makes my blood boils. He's the reason for my demons coming back and hunting me for blood. 


I couldn't share this with anyone. Only my father and Amer knew, and if they didn't witness the IT, they might never. I may have never met them. 


I told my friends and Sarah only a part of my story. I wouldn't tell everyone the other uglier part of my existence. It would make things awkward between us, and their image of me would change. And I'll hate it for sure. I'll always see it in their eyes, so I won't be able to bury it away. 


My excuse