What happened Snigdha? You don't get up so early, my mom asked for the fifth time, concern etched in her voice.

"Oh nothing, just couldn't sleep last night." I said.
"We told you a hundred times dear. You are a fourth year med student. You don't have to teach tutions to school students. You have achieved so much even through all these problems. I am proud of you. Don't pressurize yourself so much." my mom starts to lecture me.
"Ma, I am not pressurising myself. I like to teach. The smiles of those students can make the most gloomy days lively for me. I'm ok. Missing one night's sleep won't kill me", I reassured my mom.
"But your schedule-"my mom started.
"Mom! Do I not have the right to feel down once in a while!!"I snapped loudly. I had enough. I drained my glass of water and forcefully took my bag and left the house. I didn't even see her face before leaving.

As I got on the metro, I silently sat on a seat right beside the door. No emotion palable on my face but a frown of confusion of which one to express. Frustration with my life, regret for screaming at my mom who just wanted to make sure I was ok, pain because of my affair with my boyfriend, and helplessness because I can't help myself, to top it off I had earned myself a stalker who wants to kill me, no one to reach out for help.

When I got that threat letter, my views towards this case changed, and I don't know in a good or bad way.
I completed...