All Chapters of Mending Her Broken Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Art. The blending of colors showing those true emotions which we couldn't comprehend normally. Those colors may be light or dark but it always shows me the emotions. It always shows deep pain which is hidden in plain sight. A true artist is a person, who doesn't blend the colors but the emotions. Him/ her shoes the nature beyond imagination. Not only the perspective must be different but also the spirituality that is present in this nature. And a person who has a gift to show those is a real, true artist. Art is something I deeply admire but suck at doing it. I do love art. Art is something I invested myself in from my childhood. But when the frustration, sadness, and anger overwhelms me the first thing that comes to my mind is music. Music which might be nature, metallic band, or anything genre it speaks to me. Some people might think of it as crazy but the truth is you could only understand the true art behind music when you are truly in t

James. Disbelief. Realization. Sadness. Proud. I could detect the emotions on his face. I know that he connected the pieces. The face that was in disbelief now turned on to realization. Realization that I was the CEO of this company. And not only this but the other two companies also. But sadness then came. I know that he was thinking that I couldn't trust any one of them to say this. And the truth be said, I really didn't trust anyone of them. They didn't give me a reason to trust them. But before in my life they gave me plenty of reasons to not to trust them. They said that trust takes so much time to build but it takes a second to be destroyed. But after everything, they did to me, the pride in his eyes for me as he saw me filled my body with warmth. A warmth I want to stay forever in. I would always want someone to be proud of me. To acknowledge me once. To take the things I said and did into consideration.As a child, i would do everythi

 I was staring at the ceiling like it was one of the prized possessions in my life. The colour white seems to be the opposite of me. I have to change it. The brightness in the room opposes me to no end. Darkness would suit my aura better than these very bright white colours. It's been two days since I smiled. My so-called 'brothers' were shocked to see me smile. And seeing their expression, immediately my smile went away. I just hope that no one sees it. Especially them and their men. It would be a disaster and will be a loophole in my plan. So, I glared at them for a minute before going back to my room. I didn't think about it, nor does anyone talk about it. Which I'm very thankful for. Fortunately............. After that the next I spent my day, searching for more information about them and doing my companies work. I just spent the whole day in my room not even going for neither breakfast, lunch nor dinner. And fortunately, th

I groaned as I opened my eyes. The heavy feeling as you just open your eyes and light is shined into your eyes, it is not something I really want to feel. And along with that imagine a crisp sheet below you. It created an itchiness that is irritating me right now. I could see the bandages over my arms and legs. And there is a big one surrounding my head. And the fuzzy atmosphere here. I hate it here. As I finally noticed all the surroundings including those white ceilings, I took away the needle that is attached to me. I saw that Charlie is on the chair.  They did allow Charlie...... Finally, the doctor came. He is smiling warmly at me before looking at the sleeping Charlie beside me wearily. Almost scared. I saw his badge and got to know that his name is Dr Simpson.  "He almost bit the nurse and didn't even leave one second," Dr. Simpson explained as he saw the confusi

 The sweet medicine they got. Like we know, elders used to say "You will get the taste of your own medicine". If they treat me nicely, maybe then I would have too. Trust has nothing to do with kindness. I could show a stranger kindness but not trust. Trust has to be earned...... And it is not easy. I learned it perfectly now. Because it takes years to trust someone but it takes seconds to lose it. So when we get something we want, we have to take care of it. My part is done. I totally believe in " give respect, take respect". What do they think of me? Do they think that I could be a slave for them? Act as a servant. My self-respect is very important to me. So I did what a person would do. As soon as I went to the airport, I booked a ticket to Russia. The place where I would kill them...... The only thing to do before dying. I won't suicide. That type of death is something I want to go th