"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

We broke the hug, not really wanting to. I just want to stay in his arms all day long. The safety I feel with him is not to buy with money. It felt like we never parted away. No distance between us, only calmness and peace. I can take a deep breath now with releasing it a sigh. 


“Sarah, can I take to somewhere?” Noah calmly asked. “Where to, it’s nighttime. Aren’t the guys waiting for us?” 


“We’ll see them later. I’ll go out to leave you change your clothes. Don’t wear lightly, it’s cold outside,” He draw a kiss on my cheek and went out, leaving me dumbfounded. He coolly placed his soft lips on my cheek. It was honey sweet. I always bet him for a kiss first because I sensed he hesitated to give me one. But this time, he didn’t. I am giving a lot of credit for a kiss that’s not on the lips. But I don’t care, it gave me butterflies. I love it! 


Not romantic, realistic