"Kim Ari? Who is that?" That's how most people at *BHSA would react to my name, because I'm the writer who keeps my nose stuck in a book. I don't mind that I'm not noticed, actually I preferred it that way. But what if that all changes when I meet a new group of friends. What if the side of me, that I've been trying so hard to keep hidden along with all the secrets... com

 I scream until my throat feels raw. I try to dig my fingers into the hard soil but no such luck. The ground is unyielding, it seems like everything has given up on me now, sealing my faith. Something is dragging me further and further into the woods, its claws digging deep into my skin.