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No one knows what happened to the king of Stratford-Ward's Private Academy. His mutilated body is weeks after his disappearance, barely alive, in the cottage basement of his best friend's house. His acid-soaked eyes were impaled by two of the most beautiful livid creations; aconites. The flower of hatred. Every week thereafter, the recovering boy, blinded by a flower, was gifted yet another flower by his terrorizer in the comfort of his own home. How could something as beauteous as a dainty flower become as powerful as a vocal boy's silence?
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A mother who once tried to kill me. A sister who always found wrongs in me. A childhood friend who insulted me every time she talked to me. Classmates who accused me for everything that happened me. The teachers who didn't believe me. I wondered why. Ever since childhood, was there ever a time when someone ever protected me? The way everyone looked at me, I could feel daggers within the stares. I already knew this but it still hurt a lot. After all, I was hated by everyone I knew....or so I thought.

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