Maxine Gosiasco, a well-known writer with a special interest about romantic fairytales, got dumped by her two-timer ex-fiance. Driven out by her sorrow and heartbreak, she bought strong liquors and get drunk at home. When she saw her best-selling book sample lying not far from her sight, she reached out for it and tear it pages by pages out of her madness. When she had vented out all her pent up feelings, she felt tired and closed her eyes with silent tears on her cheeks. Later on, when she had opened her eyes, she discovered that she was sent to another place and time... After few observations, she realized she was transmigrated on her best-selling book which consists of various fairytale stories ... However, her interest on fairytales no longer appeals to her after what her ex-fiance did. Added to her annoyance is that she was currently the villainess of the story she created wherein most of the events that will happen is in favor of the heroine... How can she possibly survived with her life intact? Knowing how harsh she was when it comes to writing the antagonist life and personality that was dislike by everyone... √slow update √draft √2018 of July 18 - 2019 of July 18 √novice writer √unedited

When someone experiences something traumatizing, the first thing they impulsively think of is, why me? But what's considered as traumatizing? Getting a bad grade on a test? A family member dying? Or maybe something more sinister, more painful. Such as domestic violence, or perhaps rape. Those are far worse than getting a bad grade on a test. I would know. Because I experience something considered as traumatizing everyday. But to me it's just normal. What can I say? I was raised that way. I know that it's wrong, but it's not like I can do anything to prevent it. Sure, it hurts. But after a while you get used to the pain and it doesn't hurt as much. Being abused in both of my lives helped me in a way. I understand how cruel the world is and how selfish people are, stepping on others to gain what they desire. You could say I have trust issues, but I believe that it's common sense. Everyone has their desires, some darker than others. You wouldn't understand what I'm talking about until you've experienced what I have. Always being the one at the bottom. Always the one being stepped on by others. Never getting the chance to fulfill my desires. And it's corrupted me. I don't trust. I don't care. I don't love. I don't feel. I don't speak.