I knock, no scratch that, I hit the door with my fists, more than once, nervously patting the ground with my foot, waiting for someone to show up and tell me that my sister is here, so I can finally breathe freely. I have a feeling, a really strong feeling that she is here. She must be with Michael. I know that he is her weakness. She is into him and if you ask me maybe it's becoming an obsession.

But, who am I to judge, I've never been in love. My first time was with my father, my first kiss with some guy whose name I don't even remember, but what I do remember from that awkward experience is that I ran away the moment his hand brushed my neck. So, yeah I've never been in a relationship, and I don't know how that feels, and not sure how it looks either, since Maya and Stella, who happened to be my only friends never were in any serious relationship, so I didn't even have an example. Relationships aren't bad bitches' thing.

I don't know how it feels to have someone holding your hand, his fingers entwined with yours, him kissing your cheek so gently that you blush in public, and just having someone on whom you can rely. Who can hold you tightly, in whose embrace you'd feel protected from the outside world.

To be honest, I found myself more than once imagining in the dark room while laying on the floor, in ripped panties, and pajama and my body covered with bruises, how I had someone whom I could call mine. When I would close my eyes I would imagine that I was laying on someone's chest and that he was caressing my hair, his fingers playing with my blonde locks as I was listening to his breathing and heart beating under my ear pressed on his chest.

But whenever I would open my burning eyes that boy would disappear and his foggy gentle touches would be taken from my skin. They would be replaced with my father's rough ones because of which I started dreaming for the first time. And even though that psychotic thing was going on with me and my dad, that sick relationship we had I tried to imagine that the boy who loved me was laying next to me, smiling and wiping off my sweat, encouraging me to fight, tugging my wet hair behind my ear.

It would just be easier to bear the pain and tears forming in my eyes, and caressing my cheeks because I'd imagine those were actually his soft hands. Maybe it's crazy, maybe you think that I'm pathetic, that I have to dream about something impossible, to imagine that I'm falling asleep on someone's chest so I can actually sleep. And maybe you can't believe how I want to have someone after my father and everything he did to me. I may have lost faith in men, but I still believe that there is a boy who is going to treat me like a princess.

I know I agreed with Stella that they are all the same, but in that miserable and painful moment for her, I didn't think, no I didn't want to try and make her believe that maybe there is someone who isn't evil as Christopher and my father. And she found Michael, so I think that there's not even a need to make her believe this anymore. Though, I'm not kinda sure he is the right one. Especially after what I saw in Myles' eyes that night when he was caressing her hair, whispering soothing words to her, while I was talking to Elen on phone, throwing glances at him.

Now, it's my turn to find someone. Or maybe he's going to find me. Just like I used to imagine. The one who is going to lift me from the ground, lift my chin and tell me that with him I can put my heart together again, like a puzzle. I do believe that the shattered pieces can be put together, just like Elen said, maybe even better than they were put in the first place.

If you just think about puzzles which we were obsessed with when we were children, you can see why I believe in this. Every picture can be turned into a puzzle, just like every piece has its perfect spot and how it goes with special ones. It's about that not every piece goes with each one, but only a couple of them can have that power to be put together and hold the whole picture without taking any parts and making the picture complete.

So, I believe in the power that I and my puzzle can hold together. It's just that I didn't find that special piece that goes only with me. And I thought that I had to dig deeper to find it when actually it was in this house. In this fraternity, which door is still closed and no one opened it yet.

"Hello! Anyone here?" I hit the door harder, yelling. "Open it for fuck's sak...." I stop mid-sentence when in front of me appears the boy with a messy nest on his head, rubbing his tired eyes. He frowns and checks me out.

"Chloe?" He cocks his head and I realize that my mouth is open when I move my eyes back to his gorgeous face, after noticing that he is still in his pajama. I must have had woken him up. Not that I care. When I find Stella I'll leave everyone in peace to do what they were doing before I interrupted them. But he does know my name... How? And I don't know his.

"Yeah, that's me. Now, you..." I put my finger on my chin, trying to remember his name. God, Chloe how on Earth did you forget the name of this handsome boy? "... are, um..."

"Tyler." He smiles and his white bright teeth beam at me enlightening the small space between us as if it wasn't already shining.

"Right. You do look like Tyler." I smile sheepishly, with an open mouth, drooling probably at his sweet face that just left the bed, yet looks so effortlessly good.

He runs his hand through his messy hair and moves his curls from his forehead. Goddamit, I can't deny, he's so hot. But also cute at the same time, I haven't met anyone who is hot and cute simultaneously. Not the thing you should be thinking about right now, Chloe! I scold myself, feeling angry that I forgot about my sister so fast, blinded by this beauty standing in front of me dressed so casually, with sweatpants hanging so low on his wais... Stop it.

"Um, okay." He scratches his neck confused, and I clear my throat and snap from my thoughts in which I was imagining how he looks without that black stained shirt he has on him. And I wipe my mouth, just in case, making sure that I haven't drooled.

"So, do you have a good reason for waking me up on Saturday morning?", his hoarse voice snaps me again from my pervent thoughts.

Well, maybe not pervent, but definitely not the ones you'd think a raped girl could have. Maybe you think that raped girl doesn't want to have sex again and that she's scared. She is. But the part about not wanting to have sex ever again is such a lie. She does want. She just wants to make sure that she won't be hurt all over again. Fooled that the man to whom she surrendered her body won't harm it.

But, yeah, I do want to experience having sex and really having an opportunity to see how it should feel when you are doing with the one you like. Why all of them were saying that it was so fantastic, and the most amazing thing ever when I didn't find anything good in it, even when I wasn't doing it with my father, but with boys that actually were my age. Even though they weren't abusive, and hurting me, I would never reach that high about whom everyone was speaking so great, describing it as their best vice, that they would even do it with their exes and humiliate themselves for those few seconds of heaven sex is supposed to give them. But it didn't give me.

Maybe once, or twice, but still I didn't see it that way, because as I said I would always end up running away from them, never giving them chance to touch me, or fighting not to push them when they would enter me. Maybe it was up to me, and my fear and my mind just blocked that pleasure and didn't let it happen because I was thinking too much, scared, constantly imagining what would I do if they hurt me, too. Yeah, now I understand why I never reached that, never felt good. It was all my brain, that got occupied with fear.

I followed Maya's steps and had one-night stands with the boys I didn't know, maybe that was the mistake, maybe I have to become comfortable with them first. Like a good student, I was following my teacher's steps, doing homework on time. But the homework didn't seem to work for me. All boys just wanted me to satisfy them first just how my dad asked from me, demanded actually every night after he would leave that damn bar in which I hoped he would die some night.

None of them cared about me being satisfied like I didn't want to close my eyes after rolling them, arch my back like them, and moan while I come. And those two times I mentioned were not that great either, because the boys were so bored constantly hurrying me to come, which irritated me so much. If we are doing it, why do it so fast, that you don't get to enjoy it. Obviously, I couldn't finish so fast because of fear in my head, and their constant hurrying didn't help.

So, eventually, I gave up and I'd just end up, leaving their room, running away from them when I was sure that they weren't my matching piece. And I didn't need a lot to say that. Just the fact that they would grab my hand and ask me to go with them in their rooms was enough to say that they were just looking for a night adventure and nothing more. I wanted to first chat, to meet nice, and then move on, on something bigger, but men never have patience for this, wanting just sex, without any obligation.

And those set ups Maya would arrange would always lead to the same thing. I hated it. The rushed talk while we would be drinking in her living room, or on another place where a party would be happening, I could see how he didn't care do I love pink or blue, do I listen to Selena Gomez or Ariana Grande, he just wanted to move fast, to fuck me, his hands always finding ways to touch me, brush my thighs, exposed in the mini-skirts I always wore. And sometimes I would even leave them than before we would get a chance to go to some room.

I made a scene once, in her house, I cursed Maya's friend, almost slapped him, shouting like a madwoman, ruined the party, and she was so pissed off at me, didn't want to speak to me for two weeks or so. Those weeks were so awful for me, the fact that I didn't have any place to rest from my father, I was no one without Maya, her parties, her pieces of advice, her just her, and that time was when I was so close to taking what sent Stella to hospital.

But I was always hoping that I was so close to finding my missing piece between that group of bastards and one-night stands. And when I walked into this house today, I didn't expect that in it, it was hiding the boy who would make me happy. Not in a million years I'd think that.

"So, do you?" The black-haired guy with a beard that just started growing, revealing that he hasn't shaved for two or three days (trust me, I know everything about beards, my father's one would irritate me so much) with mesmerizing brown eyes that make me melt and fall on my knees at the same time snaps me one more time from my thoughts.

"You are a friend of Stella's. Am I right?" He scratches his neck and leans on the door frame, his muscles tightening the shirt with short sleeves. Oh, my dear Lord what the hell is wrong with me?

Since when am I so horny?

Maybe you are going to be on your period.

Yeah, maybe. That is a good rea...

Since always, the other part of my mind answers. The more realistic one. Ugh, I never liked that side. It would always ruin my dreams, and my attempt to fall asleep imagining that I was laying on someone's chest.

Can I just add, one last time that this guy, I repeat this guy, Tyler knew my name?

You are a teenager, wanting to be pleased, that's all. All teenagers are horny, that is normal. The dreamy side of my brain tries to soothe the evil truth of the realistic one.

Thank you, dreamy side, really, I appreciate it. You know I always preferred you over the other one.

"Yeah, I am!" I clear my throat as if that could clear my dirty thoughts, averting my gaze from his biceps and focusing it on his face. Oh, no, again the wrong place to look at. This man's perfection is really distracting me.

"Now, get the hell out of my way so I can talk to her!" I push his strong frame, very well built that I think I wouldn't manage to move in any way if we weren't startled by my quick and unexpected action and still sleepy since I just woke him up.

"Yeah, get in", he mumbles. "But, Chloe", he makes me turn around to him, standing in front of the living room, seeing him yawning long, covering his mouth with his palm. I headed upstairs, pulled by some feeling. Sister's connection, that's how it's called. But soon, I realized that it was just hope. And this boy who looks like a model broke it to me.

"I'll have to disappoint you", he says after long yawning. "Stella isn't here, unfortunately. Sorry." He bows his head as if it was really his fault.

I frown, putting my hand on m, hip. "What do you mean not here? Of course, she is!" I wave my hands through the air as if it's obvious. I still don't want to admit that I just can't find her. No, no, please not time for those bad scenarios to come back. "I know that she came to Michael because she missed him, although that's not the best thing she should have done, since she was in the hospital, recovering..."

"Chloe..." He approaches me, and puts his enormous hands on my shoulders, hovering over me, and I have to tilt my head and stretch my neck to have a good look at his dreamy brown eyes which I'm sure are every girl's weakness. Instead of being aware of the weight of his hands, I just melt at the fact that he's touching me, and that I'm not scared, yet flattered.

"Stella is not here. Nor is Michael. But wait she was in the hospital?" He takes his hands from me, surprised, and I sadden at the lack of his gentle touch.

"If they are not here, then where are they?"

"I don't know. At least I don't know where Stella is. I'm so sorry. I really wish I knew." His face holds understanding and sadness and suddenly I have an enormous urge to kiss him. But, I fight with my stupid hormones.

Maybe, my brain is right, maybe I just have to get my period. Ugh, just the thought of it disgust me and scares me. I hate when I get my period. My belly hurts so much.

"Wait, maybe Michael knows! They must have been together!", I exclaim, lifting my finger in the air, still hoping so hard that this mission of trying to find my sister finally stops because I'm dead worried.

Tyler just shakes his head, still sad. "No. Unfortunately, he doesn't. And they couldn't have been together."

"Why?" I frown.

"Because Michael is at a place about Stella doesn't know anything."

"And where is that?" I widen my eyes, wishing he could just tell me, instead of giving me parts like we are playing a game, and I have to earn the final award, but I'm not patient enough.

"I can't tell you, I'm sorry." He shakes his head once again, sadness lingering on his face.

"Oh, God they escaped, didn't they?" I put my hands on my cheek in shock. "What am I going to do!" I run my hands through my hair, nervous.

"Chloe. Hey, Chloe." He takes my hands from my hair and squeezes them in his warm ones. Oh, God, how good that feels.

"They didn't escape. They aren't together. They didn't see each other for...", he pauses. "A week I think."

"What? I mean, yeah he didn't know that she was in the hospital, but... Did they break up?" I tilt my head, feeling more confused than ever. I mean, Myles didn't say what happened and did that include Michael, but he didn't deny that something did happen, either.

"To be honest, I don't know. I think they didn't sort things out. They didn't have time to so do, because Michael had to go and I think... I think he didn't tell her that. I think he screwed up."

"Why am I not surprised?", I murmur, shaking my head, and he lets go of my hand slowly, so slowly that it leaves pain on them. No, touch me again. It felt so good having my hands in your warm ones. You don't look like a fuck boy type. I mean you do, but not...

"Neither am I." I bewilder when he says this because I didn't know he heard me.

"Chloe, I'm sorry, I can't help you, I...", he trails off, when the door opens and the blonde guy enters.

At first, he doesn't see us, as he takes off his white converse shoes, the same pair I own, and gave to Stella when Elen was packing her back, so she has shoes to put on when the discharge her, and he puts them neatly in the corner, close to the door. When he lifts his head and his blue eyes meet ours he startles.

"Um... Hi... I didn't... See you." He scratches his neck and takes off his backpack. He is dressed really weirdly since the outside is really hot even though the autumn is at its fullest. I mean, I don't know how he doesn't have a heart attack, or a heat one, dressed in that warm sweater, and, oh, God he even has a shirt underneath it, its white-collar peeking and touching his white neck. Is he crazy? I'm so hot and I'm wearing a pink skirt and tank top, with a denim vest.

"Dude, how went the competition? I thought that you were going to be there for...", Tyler glances at his digital watch, "another hour at least."

"Yeah, well, turned out that all the tasks I did were on the test, so I did it pretty quickly." The blonde guy tilts his head, shrugging like it's nothing.

I don't understand a thing they are talking about. What competition, what tasks, what bullshit? I just need to know where Stella is.

"Bro, you smart!" The curly guy whom I want to touch me again pats his shoulder strongly, and I notice how the blonde guy flinches slightly, trying to be still on his legs, smiling nervously.

But his gaze isn't focused on Michael's friend but me the whole time. I beam, trying to cover my worry, because I still have no idea where my sister is, and it's already noon.

"Oh, yeah we have a guest. This is Chloe." Tyler introduces me, once he realizes these boys' eyes are focused merely on me. I wave like an idiot, curling my lips in a nervous smile. "She's Stella's friend."

The boy with bangs brushed to the side as if he's living in the 2000s frowns, slightly, probably having trouble remembering who Stella is. Tyler seems to catch his confused glance and realizes that he is clueless about Stella, so he tries his best to explain it to him, who she actually is.

"Oh, you know, that girl with pink highlights who came to see Michael when he... Oh, you know her!" He waves his hands through the air, a little pissed off that his friend can't seem to remember Michael's girlfriend.

Though my mind is thinking about something else. Why did he trail off when he was about to say that Stella came when Michael... When he what? I can smell something bad.

Something bad happened between them. And I can't say that I didn't see those signs. I did. I just chose to ignore them and not ask her anything because I know better than to coax her to tell me anything. She's kinda a closed type of person. Even more closed than me. She hides herself even more from me than she does from others, or that's just my opinion when I thought she considered me as her friend. Her sister.

But, I bet that after what I did, after how I exposed her secret when she clearly asked me to keep it safe, is a solid reason not to tell me anything else about her life. She must be scared that I'll do it again. Discover her deepest secret. She must have realized that sentence trust nobody is true and that must be using it as her motto.

I'm just sad that she doesn't feel ready yet to tell me what is on her mind and what had happened. And something obviously did. That cold Myles said she caught... Just now I realize that it wasn't a simple cold, it was a cold from life, life made her sick. Or should I say love. It is obvious that Michael hurt her and that is why she took that drug at that party, to make it stop, to make the pain stop. Her shattered heart that she thought could heal was broken again and all that from the same person who was supposed to heal it.

And she didn't feel ready to tell me. She doesn't believe me. She doesn't believe me enough to tell me the truth. And above all, she escaped without telling me. She didn't think how that would affect me. Am I angry? Yeah, I'm pissed. Even more pissed now when I put all the pieces of her puzzle, the pieces of her strange behavior lately. Everything came to place. Michael was the came.

But it's not that I'm just angry, above all I'm more sad, than angry. I'm sad that I failed her as a friend. I failed my sister. My angel. The person who saved my life. She didn't feel comfortable showing me her wounds, because I failed her once. And she's so damn scared that I'll do it again, even though she told me that she forgave me. She may have done that, but despite that, she's still afraid and doesn't want to get burnt the second time. She learned her lesson and she doesn't see a loyal friend in me anymore.

I failed her. And I can't fix that no matter what I do. Now I realized why she escaped without telling me. She doesn't care if I get worried. She just cares that I don't reveal her secrets and blow it up, ruining the actions she had in mind to achieve with this escape, to ruin her chances for a new life.

Yeah, I put those puzzles, too. I know the reason for her runaway. She is chasing a better life. She is sick of all this surviving shit and pretending to be a bad bitch, hiding her real self, and breaking each day a little more until she finally breaks completely. Because there's nothing here that is pulling her to stay anymore. At first, I thought she escaped with Michael, to chase a better life with him, know when I moved some pieces, seeing how they don't go with others, and finding their right spots, I see that goes off.

That brown-haired guy who always wears black clothes, covered in tattoos and with a mysterious glare that if it could it would kill you, but still mesmerizing green eyes at the same time, isn't the one who is pulling her to keep pretending and putting her mask every day, every time except when she's with him. She let him go and decided to finally do something for herself. Obviously, he was the one who made her do that.

And I'm kinda glad he did that because if he hadn't hurt her she would have never tried to escape this miserable life she has been living. And, don't think that I'm selfish, maybe I even am, what the hell I know, but no matter how many times she would tell me how happy he made her feel and how safe she was feeling in his arms, when they squeeze her tightly I would see that something was missing.

The sparkles in her eyes were too bright. That thing with his was too good to be true. Whenever something is too good, just too much, know that it won't end up well, that something's off. And that shine in her emerald eyes that kinda resemble his would always last so shortly, quickly being replaced by red broken vessels and tears.

See, I saw so many signs and I ignored each one of them. I ignored them on purpose. I was fucking jealous, okay? Okay, I was. Yeah, I was, I'm fucking admitting it, fine! I was jealous that she had that perk of finding someone to keep her safe, to make her happy, when I had no one and I was still handcuffed to my father, and I was damned his naked body every night and his strong arms that made so many marks on my skin, and his rough lips that left so many hickeys on my neck that sometimes I couldn't and didn't hide on purpose, making everybody think that I just slept with someone and had a wild night. And indeed I had it, but not the way they would imagine it.

But, I swear, I swear to you, to God that jealousy would come only when she would start talking about him and mourn how she didn't have a chance to see him that day. Okay, I was jealous from the beginning, fine, you got me! From the moment Maya told us she fucked him. And Stella didn't even know who he was. Yet we all knew, but he didn't pick any of us, he picked her. And we were jealous, but look what she got. A broken heart. He did pick her, but for what exactly did he pick her?

I stopped myself from that awful feeling, realizing that one more thing tried to handcuff me and make me a bad friend. Don't you dare, don't you dare, to think that I've told Maya Stella's secret on purpose. I haven't, okay. I care for Stella so much. So much that if she died that night I'd kill myself not caring for anyone else because I only care for my angel. My life saver.

And if that live safer dies, which sounds so ironic by the way, what can I do, than die as well, following her to the death, hoping that maybe there, in the other world we won't be feeling that amount of pain as the one we used to feel in this life. That may be in death we'll be safe and happy.

I quickly shake my head, trying to snap from that dark thought, telling it to leave my mind, and focus on my heart. It says that it is totally okay to be jealous sometimes. People are jealous all the time. But I feel like it's a sin to be jealous of your best friend, at your sister. No, it's not, it says, because you actually weren't jealous, you were just mourning and longing for someone to treat you the same way Michael treated Stella. Well, maybe not the same way, I add.

Jealousy always tries to corrupt us and turns us against our friends, boyfriends, family, and just everyone, making us a bad person. It's not a sin, Chloe. You were just its victim and that's all. You had a power to snap from it, breaking free from the handcuffs it put on your sensitive wrists that were already bruised because of the onesy our father put on them. You broke free and you didn't turn back on your friend. And all my friends have to go through the test of jealousy, anyway. All couples. Just everyone.

Jealousy has to try to corrupt everyone until it finds its perfect victim and person who it can play with and ruin their life as well, as the life of their friends or partner. It matters that you didn't fall for it. And that proves that you are a good person and a loyal friend, my heart finishes its monolog and courageous lesson.

Then, why Stella doesn't see me as a loyal friend? Why did she leave me without saying goodbye? Will I ever even see her again? My eyes start to water on that though, on how I may be won't see her again. Her pink highlights, her green eyes hidden under all that makeup, and dark colors she likes to paint it with, and her short and provocative clothes that resemble mine, but their color is different, like the ones of heaven and hell.

"Hey!" The blonde guy waves his hand through the air in front of my eyes and I realize that I was zoned off and that he is now closer than he was before.

"I'm Niall. Nice to meet you." I smile again, obviously, a smile is the one gesture that I always use when I don't know what to do else. You can never go wrong with it. Smile is my motto, just how Stella trusts no one. I stretch my hand for his to shake, but what he does next shocks me.

He takes it in his warm and soft hand, wrapping his fingers around my palm, and lifts it to his face, pressing his lips on it, gently kissing it, never once breaking eye contact. I widen my eyes, open my mouth, surprised. So today's boys still do this? I mean they do this in old movies that are mostly without color, but not in today's toxic and erotic romance ones.

"Um... Um, nice to meet you, t-too", I chuckle, still in shock, not knowing what to say. I must have blushed, I can feel my cheeks being hot. "Um, what was that competition you were talking about?", I ask, suddenly, interesting in this boy with old, but gentleman-like manners that no boy has nowadays.

"A math competition."

"Ah, great. So you're a nerd?" I facepalm myself. Seriously, Chloe? That's what you ask a boy whom you have just met? The boy who has just kissed your hand in a gentleman way.

I didn't mean it in a bad way! It's just that it seemed better in my head than it does out loud.

"No, don't worry." What? Don't worry about what? Did I say that out loud now? Oh, God, Chloe why don't you get swallowed by ground? "People call me like that a lot", he giggles and I find that sound pretty cute.

"Oh", is all I say. "I was once a nerd, too, so I don't mean it in the way other people do."

"Oh, so you're not a nerd anymore?" He tilts his head, and I notice how bitterly he said the word nerd, though somehow I know that he didn't mean to, it's just strange to him to say out loud what people call him by.

"Um, no. Unfortunately not. I quit studying. I had some important things than that."

Sure you did.

Shut up!

"Oh." I realized that he took his hand off mine and I suddenly don't feel the warmth of them anymore. Though I'm sadder than when Tyler removed his hands from my shoulders.

"Well, if you ever need help for going back in being a nerd, I'm here." He bows and my lips turn into a wide smile, while I bite my lower lip with my teeth.

"Good to know", I mumble, giggling, trying to stop it by biting my lip.

Tyler clears his throat probably to remind us that he's still here. "Um, I'll leave you two to chat and I'm going back to bed. It's still early, and", he yawns, "Chloe, I'm sorry that I can't help you find Stella. I really wish I could."

"Oh, no, it's okay. And, I'm actually going. Sorry for disturbing you guys and waking you up." I nod at Tyler, moving my legs to the door.

"You didn't disturb us." Niall's sweet voice fills my ears and I turn to him to smile one more time and make sure to memorize the way he looks so I can study the picture later. I snap the photo apart in my head and say:

"Um, see you!"

"Do you need a ride?", Niall shouts after me, and I turn my head to him while holding the knob of the door, pulling it.

"Um, no, I came by taxi. I'll call now another one."

"No, I'll call..."

"Really, it's okay", I cut him off, smiling and hoping he will stop insisting as a real gentleman he obviously is.

"Oh, okay, then." His expression saddens, and I say bye one more time before I get out of the house in which I was sure I'd find my best friend, but unfortunately, I was wrong since I put the pieces of the puzzle too late.

I hug myself when the wind brushes my bare shoulders, starting to walk fast to my home, deciding not to call the taxi as I said the sweet blonde boys with bright blue eyes that were watching me through glasses. Real home. I'm going to the real home, not to the prison that used to be my home, that should have been my home.

Though, I'm going to do it without my best friend whom I was sure I'd find in this massive house which I know only for famous parties and never knew that there were guys who actually lived here, considering it their home.

I didn't know that maybe my missing piece, the one to complete my puzzle was living here, since I've never seen him at any parties I went to here. But, I guess that I wasn't even looking. To guys who wanted to get into my panties were the ones who would find me and I didn't bother to open my eyes and look deeper and further. But, I promise that from now on I will do that. From now on I'll try to live a more normal life. Now I have an opportunity to do that, at least.

Before I didn't have one, and I didn't want to start trying in vain when I knew it was impossible to live a normal life when mine was far from that while being hurt and raped at the end of each day.

But now I'm free. And without my best friend, too. Without my lifesaver. She decided to leave me and start living her own life, the one without me. For once she started thinking about herself and of that I'm proud, but I'm also a little sad that I lost her. And all that because I tried to help the other girl who I also considered my friend, who was blind just like my best friend and I were. I just wanted to open her eyes and pervert her from being hurt, but I failed in that process I hurt my angel and now she is gone. Now I have to continue living without her while hoping that she's living well somewhere far away from me. But maybe our paths are going to be crossed again sometimes. Or I can just pray for destiny to put us together once again, just how it did once.

I sigh and make sure that my tank top isn't wrinkled, and zip my vest so my big boobs that are bouncing with each step I take are covered so no one gets an idea to touch them. Maybe I should have taken a taxi, yeah, I'll call one. I tug my hair behind my ears, pulling out my new phone that I'm still struggling to learn how to use. I sigh while thinking of the clear message that my best friend wanted to send me, though without using any device- that she doesn't need me and wants me in her new life.

But she didn't care if I needed her. But guess that I'll have to manage. So in order to find more pieces of my puzzle, I lost some of them. And now my picture isn't clear, yet more blurry, and there's a void in it, making it look ugly and uncompleted. But let's just hope that even with one missing piece picture can still look beautiful.

NOTE: So much dialog in this chapter, so many informations about Chloe. Were you bored, because I honestly was. Don't be shy to tell me. I don't mind criticism.