Kaya's POV.

I've wondered and wonder even more what the future holds for me. Every time that I get hurt by these bastards, I think it's the worst that could ever happen to me until a much more hurtful event occurs.

Raising my gaze, my insides burst into another fragment of tears, rushing to the outside, and I can't control it.

I'm hiccuping; my nostrils are wet and running with mucus. I can't even bring myself to clean it off. Talk about my face?

It's all wet from tears. They'd dry, and I'd hiccup for some time before, again, I would start crying.

I wish I could just die, but...