You have been living a normal life, you are 18, you just started college in America, you have a few friends but that is enough for you, a great relationship with your mother that you absolutely adore, you are content with your life…. to a certain extent at least. You are with a boy who has cheated on you twice but you’ve forgiven him twice and sometimes you have no idea of it was the right decision or if it should end. You don’t ever get close to anyone because you never trust anyone, so you only have two friends with whom you only speak about books and anything but your personal life. You hate talking about your boyfriend so no one even knows you have one. You’re not particularly sociable and more charming in sometimes a kind of slightly awkward ways, but you are really funny, smart and fierce. You are studying to be a pharmacist, it’s late at night, you’re in a classroom almost by yourself and head to the bus stop humming to yourself when two hot muscular guys suddenly attack you in an alley, you use self defense moves that you know enough to get yourself free, steal one of their knives and stab one of them in the leg before running as fast as you can.