What would you do if you were sleeping and someone covered your face with a pillow? Your throat got hurt, you couldn’t speak but struggled in despair. That's exactly what I had to go through previous years. As a girl who has been facing the normal growth spurt of adolescence, I always had to carry the prying eyes, the hidden glances from people all around. How many times did I try to evade it. As a theorem, whenever I find myself in front of a mirror, I can’t help reminiscing about the sight of those hands encircling, tearing at my body, under the dim light bloody red.