CHAPTER 1

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I open my open my eyes sweating and panting. Sweat beads trickle down my face. My throat sour, I count until my respiratory organs started functioning properly.

Oh God

I quickly grabbed my pills from the side drawer and spilled two of them. I rested my head on pillow closing my eyes.

Just another dream Annu, just another dream, another nightmare.

I chanted continually for almost five times. I stand on my feet making contact with ice cold floor underneath I shiver.

After finishing my chorus I came out of restroom and look at the time on clock

3'O clock it show. I sighed in frustration.

Why can't I sleep like normal people. Just a single day without any nightmare. Only my sleep and me.

I look at sleeping figure of tiny kids on bunk bed, sleeping and snoring peacefully. I kicked my bed irritated.

I took my sweater and headed outside. I carefully walks out, not waking anyone up specially Janvi. she would hung me upside down if she ever found out that I am sneaking out of the house every night for almost three years.

I gulp at that thought

I descend down the stairs preventing my legs to produce any kind of noise.
I open the gate noiselessly and slipped out carefully tucked the door back. I took sigh in relief as I reached the playground.

No! I am not going to play in winter night of December........!

it's shaking cold......!

I open the garage door and set the canvas, I set an alarm of 5:30 in my watch just of safety if I got lost.

I set the color in the platter and start painting my heart out. It is a perfect way to get rid of all the pain, miseries, loneliness and most importantly guilt that I have been carrying with me since I was fifteen.

The color stated to get mixed Red with blue followed by green, magenta...

Well you may be wondering who is this girl that wake up at 3'O clock and is painting in this cold.

So let me introduce myself I am Aanaya Singh 18, an orphan who live in clause orphan house. I study in Mount Vernon school ten minutes away from orphanage.

I am not going to university as

First, I am financially broke, I don't have any interest in study shit and because I am the stupid and silly as everyone thinks.

Plus point I am the most bullied girl.

So I am going to fetch a job as I completed my high school.

For everyone's shock I have a bunch of friend name.

1 Meera Khanna, who is two year older than me so she completed high school two year ago. She is a law student in Lloyd law college south x .

She is beautiful and is famous for her sweet with sweet and evil with bad behavior........!

She smashed a boy's face in blue berry cake who was forcing me to eat it. God know what was in it.

Poor cake and boy....!

From that day we are friends. Bully came back as she go

2 Kajal Khanna : Meera's cousin and my best friend 18. She is bold with a sweet texture which make her unique.

She visited us on a Diwali when Meera introduce her. She is just beautiful as Meera.

3 Kalvya Kapri: she was an orphan soon adopted by Mr and Mrs Kapri she become my friend when we were 15

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