CHAPTER 51

MAYRA'S POV "Do you know those pathetic moments when all you could ever wish was to run away from yourself? Yep. That's what I feel every single day to just disappear from my sick life. You know Mayra I want to die. I don't deserve to live. I -I feel like a waste of space." Tara said and hiccupped, clutching my arms tightly. I frowned at her low words about herself. Due to tears her face has now makeup imprints at several places and her eyes were puffy red. She looked little difficult with...