Agatha's POV

I couldnt take it anymore. Staying at home was killing me slowly. I thought I would feel better if I just stayed away from everyone, hid under the blanket, and cried until the world forgot what happened. But the shame still burned in my chest like fire. I couldnt sleep properly. I couldnt eat. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a weak, stupid girl staring back at me. A girl who ruined everything.

The memory of that day in ...