I stood under the shower as the water drench my petite form. I looked at my knuckles that slightly hurt. I wish these feelings would wash away with the water but I know they are craved in my soul and I can't remove them as they are causing a commotion in my mind. The state of agony that is killing me slowly. My heart broke to pieces. How can they hide such important things for me? Isn't my existence significant enough to be aware of what I should? Why me of all people? I ran my hands in my hair as I closed my eyes.

What am I? How can...