n the form of rain. I wanted to scream but the sound did not come out of my mouth, unti

was simply more bored than I was in class with Professor Oswald. My hand was holding my face and a pencil had a life of its own held in my hand. I looked around and found Sheol , I don't know why I smiled . I looked

ary . I approached her side , a broken glass cup next to her with the name " Kiara " was scattered in small pieces of porcelain . I could see the scene perfectly , two men were grabbing a light"eyed woman , with a look of lost green eyes as they beat her asking h

under an old sewing machine. She ran towards her mother, silently she could see how she ran, the man had a heel stuck in her shoulder. She continued into the room, I could see her clothes were torn, but a hand pulled her down, it was the hand of an indistinguishable being but I could feel the grip on her skin. She fell rolling, until the man with a knife asked her for the money again,