ANNA'S POV

Lately I have been losing focus during my classes.

A lot is going through my mind.

The thought of killing people to survive, which apparently, is what the bloody rich family I work for is into.

My past haunts me every second of every day.

I don't even think getting into the NCA matters to me anymore. It feels like I am falling apart bit by bit. I feel what is left of my humanity chip away the more I think of how great of a mess I am in.

I don't have anyone to talk to about my problems. It is on days like this that I...