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Kaya’s POV.

I’ve wondered and wonder even more what the future holds for me. Every time that I get hurt by these bastards, I think it’s the worst that could ever happen to me until a much more hurtful event occurs.

Raising my gaze, my insides burst into another fragment of tears, rushing to the outside, and I can’t control it.

I’m hiccuping; my nostrils are wet and running with mucus. I can’t even bring myself to clean it off. Talk about my face?

It’s all wet from tears. They’d dry, and I’d hiccup for some time before, again, I would start crying.

I wish I could just die, but no, these bastards want me to suffer. And, coming to think of it, what did I ever do to them? What was my offense?

That’s what pains me more. What did I do? What was my offense? Did I ever hurt any of them? Or is this some curse that is bestowed on me that I must continuously get punished by these bastards?

I wish they could rot in hell. I wish they could get crushed within the wind, and I’d never have to see