1st Story: Smithereens. Chapter 0
101 Words
Crystal. That's what I'm made of, crystal.
But I am not a beautiful vase to admire or a magnificent sculpture in the shape of a swan. I am a broken glass. I don't know when it happened or why they keep stalking me, but now I'm bedridden. I feel that if I speak, my soul will escape down my throat and I will become a living dead. My eyes are bloodshot and I feel too tired to fight for my freedom once again. I just want this to end.
Help! I am shattered.
Reminder: This is the story of Sofia Belsunce.
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