Someone better cause a fuss or I'll be the one to do- Or not... I won't do that, not because I give a damn about others, they're the least of my concern. Simply, I don't want to be exposed. Hmm? What to be exposed to?

The psycho me! I worked hard to contain myself all this long and I won't let a boring day in school be the reason for that, full stop and that's it!!!

Anyway, lemme introduce myself since the author seems to forget and probably won't-

"Who said I wasn't?!!" The author who was roped on a chair yelled while struggling to be released but Bella didn't care, "Sigh... Release me and I'll take care of the rest Bella"

"Better describe me fairly for them!" Bella warned with a bloody aura surrounding her, "Yes ma'am"

Bella walked out of school with her bike preparing to ride to her favorite spot.

Her therapist recommended her do anything that'll help her to stay calm and forget about anything stressing and might anger her, and that's how her life has been after her parents found out who she was the hard way.

Blood needed to be spilled that day for the two parents to see who their daughter truly was and that tore their hearts. Psychos most times don't care about others' feelings but for Bellalith's mother things were different, her heart tore when she saw her crying after reading her tests' results. That night, the doctor who took care of her tests was murdered in an unknown way and that worried Bella's mother, but her daughter acted normal so she ignored that matter until this day.

For Bella and as everyone translated her name, Bellalith, the beautiful lady. That's how Bella has been in their eyes, she's 170 cm with long light brown hair and yellow eyes that'd glow when she's very happy and darken when she's mad, her body is one of a model's and her voice is a charming one, that's how she got her other nickname, the charming.

She's 18 now and still a mystery for all those who met her so far, not knowing how to deal with her and how they shouldn't.

But no one knows the beautiful Siren, the face in hiding, the one that is still lost, in the waves of time, still calling for a dear wasted soul.