Sireen’s POV

I pull out a printed piece of paper from my bag that I didn’t put there, and as I read the bold letters pasted across it, a sharp painful lump forms in my throat, making it difficult to swallow or even breathe through.

It reads, ‘NOTHING CAN FIX THE MONSTER THAT YOU ARE.’

I stare blankly at the paper for what must be minutes, because I do not notice when I’m not alone for the second time today as someone taps me on my shoulder from behind.

Giving another set of eyes a reason to taunt me being the last thing that I need, I squeeze the paper...