Novel & Cerita Broken Girl

Just a girl. Shattered.

Instead Brick grabbed one hand and Gretchen put her hand on my shoulder in support. “ I know I told you many times that I was broken. And I said it was wrong to be with you.” I gave a pathetic laugh as I thought about my last session. “ I recently learned that everything I thought about myself. Stuff that was beaten into me. Was wrong and broken. Not me. I had been told things that I truly believed. But it was all wrong. I don’t have all the answers yet. And I need more sessions. Like a lot. But I had a major eye-opening and I now know I’m not broken. At least not in the ways I thought.” I told them. “ Do you have anything you want to ask before I continue?” I asked since they haven’t said

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

He paused and I could feel the beast inside me was fully awake by now. “Everyone is waiting for the time to see you broken one more time. Just like how my girl turned you to be a useless and powerless man. She will leave you like how your family did. No one can protect her, not even you even though people claimed you as the most powerful mafia. You will fail this, miserably.” I punched his face non-stop and the blood spewed from his mouth and nose. “I won’t allow it. It will not happen that way.” I enunciated each word, at the same time I make a promise to myself.

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

The older they got, the more they followed her lead. And then came the night that broke me. My seventeenth birthday. A night I should have celebrated. A night I should have felt loved. Instead, I was alone in the storage room that served as my bedroom, exhausted from cooking and cleaning for a family that despised me. That was the night her guards came. The night she had them hold me down one by one and assaulted me. I won’t describe what happened. I don’t need to. Some things don’t need details to be understood. Some pain speaks for itself.

She felt sixteen again, barefoot in that shelter, a paper bead bracelet on her wrist, and a secret in her chest that she thought would kill her if spoken aloud. Then she saw Marla’s smile in her mind. And River’s hands building bookshelves. And her own feet walking into a world she was told she’d never survive. She breathed in. And began. “There was a night I thought would be my last,” she said. “A night where I left a hotel room, pregnant, invisible, and convinced no one would ever care. But here’s the thing about brokenness. It doesn’t mean you’re done. It means you’re in process.

she added. Broken, but learning from their failures.

Yippee! Just that it had felt like crap. Her quick clean cut had left him feeling like he was missing a limb or two. A painful surprise. He had had girls kick him out of their lives before, so that hadn’t been anything new. The new thing about this breakup had been that the girl had neither been bitchy nor had she clung to him desperately. She had just been there one day and told him to get out when he hadn’t appreciated that. Now that he thought about it, he realized that she had done the same thing after he had screwed up with Liz two years later. Clean cut, no fuss, no drama, no tears.

follow me. By the time I reach the library, my last refuge but I'm barely holding it together. I find a study carrel in the basement stacks, as far from civilization as I can get, and finally allow myself to break down. Three days ago, I was Coach Rowan's daughter, Ethan's beloved sister, Adrian's secret girlfriend. I had friends and family and a future mapped out in familiar territory. Now I'm a girl with no money, no support system, and no idea if the person I sacrificed everything for even wants me anymore.