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1st Story: Smithereens. Chapter 0

Crystal. That's what I'm made of, crystal.

But I am not a beautiful vase to admire or a magnificent sculpture in the shape of a swan. I am a broken glass. I don't know when it happened or why they keep stalking me, but now I'm bedridden. I feel that if I speak, my soul will escape down my throat and I will become a living dead. My eyes are bloodshot and I feel too tired to fight for my freedom once again. I just want this to end.

Help! I am shattered.

Reminder: This is the story of Sofia Belsunce.