She awakes as pain overtakes her. Harsh images flash through her mind as reality hits her hard. As the morning light creeps in through her windows, she sits up groaning in discouragement for the start of a new day. Her eyes graze upon the open photo album, sitting haphazardly at the foot of her unmade bed.

The photos in all their glory glared back up at her, the memories embedded between those sleeves were long forgotten only to come back to haunt her, mocking her about her now seemingly unrealistic past. The childhood fantasy ended and by the time she had hit the age of fourteen, age and maturity had begun to catch up to her previously young and care free self.

Tears threaten to spill as she reminisces over the happy times from long ago. She's been tired for to long to remember how it felt to smile without a care in the world.  Holding in her sorrows, she takes a shallow breath and reaches out towards her cracked and battered phone.

Seven in the morning the bright screen flashes before she flings her phone towards her bag not caring if it reaches the said destination or not. Slowly standing up she uses her scarred arms to support her weak knees that are about to collapse as she attempts to obtain a steady stance.

Walking through the debris of what were once her most valuable possessions, she makes her way towards the bathroom. Peering into her stained and yellowing mirror she scrutinises the reflection staring back at her. Removing her shirt, she flinches at her almost bare body, heavily engraved with fading and fresh scars. She wipes away the tear that has managed to escape the lids of her left eye and begins to soundlessly laugh mockingly at her bruised and battered refection. 'Crying was for the weak' her father at always said.

How she wishes to go back to the times when everything was normal, where she lived the calm and serene life every teenager her age deserved. Her eyes trailed along the many paths made by the many scars adorning her once smooth and flawless skin, flinching as she ran her fingers along their drying coverings. With trembling hands she reaches out towards the used knife lying on the bench before her.

Groaning in frustration, she brings the jagged blade up to the light, she examines it's dirty surface covered in dry blood from the previous nights. Laughing hysterically she presses the blade against her skin, deepening the healing scar and pouring all her pain and sorrows into the one harmful action. She gazes at the newly inflicted embossment of her body and smiles sadly as she notices the fresh blood dripping done her pale arm and into the tiled flooring below.

Feeling a sense of relief wash over her, she continues to cut until she is happy with her handiwork. The lightening feeling of self punishment calms her. Dropping the knife onto the floor she walks out as she hears it clash against the tiles, the sound resonating through the thin walls of the bathroom.

She closes her eyes, wiping the fresh wounds harshly removing the once flowing blood. Putting on her school uniform, making sure her blazer covers all signs of her previous doings, she grabs her bag and departs for school. Stepping outside the house into the chilly morning breeze, she buttons up her blazer and places her headphones over her ears, blocking all ties with anything and anyone around her.

 Looking into the distance, she sighs as she sees the shining sun casting it's warmth around everything around her. She shakes her head and makes her way towards the gates of hell they call school.

Another day of pain awaits…

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Park Aerin had always attracted trouble wherever she went. Growing up in a broken family, she opted to runaway many times but having no where else to go she resorted to locking herself away from her problems and hiding her true life from the outside world... a world where everything seemed a dream...

Having moved schools mutiple times due to explusion, Aerin didn't think SM Academy would have been any different from her previous schools filled with annoying 'Kingkas' and the possesive group of plastics. But she was dead wrong.... it was nothing like her old schools...  

Will the Academy be her escape from the reality she calls hell?

Or will more trouble follow her on her path towards freedom?