Sireen’s POV
I pull out a printed piece of paper from my bag that I didn’t put there, and as I read the bold letters pasted across it, a sharp painful lump forms in my throat, making it difficult to swallow or even breathe through.
It reads, ‘NOTHING CAN FIX THE MONSTER THAT YOU ARE.’
I stare blankly at the paper for what must be minutes, because I do not notice when I’m not alone for the second time today as someone taps me on my shoulder from behind.
Giving another set of eyes a reason to taunt me being the last thing that I need, I squeeze the paper in my hands with speed, and I turn around to face the person, but I’m surprised by who I see.
Outwardly gray eyes that are almost white look down on me in concentration, and a familiar one sided smile is staring me in the face with a di
