"Miss," I flinch when someone suddenly hold me on my shoulder while I am still curling myself down on the floor.
My tears are covering my face and I could still feel how I am trembling real bad, remembering those unwanted memories that keeps on hunting me from the past.
"Are you okay?" Another voice spoke up so I raise my head to look at those asking people and my brows formed a straight line to see many people circling over me.
"Is she fine?"
"What is she crying for?"
"She's been shouting for five minutes already."
"Does she have a trauma?"
"Who is this girl?"
"Is she a guest?"
"Miss, are you okay?"
"Do you need a hand?"
"Call the hospital."
"But she seems fine already."
"Dear, c'mon, stand up now."
"I hope she is fine."
"Gosh, what is she up to?"
"Teens now are over
