The Girl Who Cried For Help

I have told myself many times that I’ve never really felt like I belong in this world. But I never thought of it this way.

I hate that what the woman had told me struck me so badly that I felt that it was true. It's like she pointed out something that I couldn't admit to myself. Because the truth is, I really feel like the world has outcast me. It appears that the world is forcing me out and leading me to my demise, only to abandon me.

But I'm not built that way. If the world makes me sick, well, I'll do everything until the world gets sick of me.

I tried to brace myself. After arriving at the restaurant for my duty, I did my job. I was hoping to be fine, but no, I barely forgot my problems, especially the last words I said to Hades.

He's been good to me. He didn’t do anything bad to me, but I think those are the only words that will keep him away from me. He's a good person. It’s just that his brain has some malfunctions.

"Fajra, someone's looking for you," my co-worker called me whi