A Symphony of Scars
The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile.
"Look, Ryan's willing to break your fingers for me."
I woke up from the nightmare, still shaken, drenched in sweat.
The truth was, not long after Ryan left that day, Miranda showed up.
She mocked my brokenness, ridiculing me for thinking I could stand a chance.
"Tsk, so pathetic," Miranda said, lowering her head. Her innocent, beautiful face was now twisted with malice.
"Susan, look at you. Your hands are in ruins. How are you even going to perform tomorrow?"