Fix Me Im Broken Novels & Stories

But maybe that's just a hopeful myth. Maybe I was never meant to live a happy, normal life. I already said it before—I was broken; I couldn't be fixed. Somehow I hoped Tate would fix me. Alas, he's come to realize it's impossible to fix a broken glass. I was beyond repair. "I'll assign someone to take you back to the city. You don't belong here, and I'll compensate you for wasting your time. Send me a list of what you want, and I'll get it done," he muttered, and that made me boil.

I smiled bitterly at myself. Sometimes I wonder if deserve to live? Is life really worth living? I mummer to myself. I didn't realize someone heard me just now. Why do you think your life is meanless; a voice from behind. I THINK YOU SHOULD VALUE YOURSELF MORE. For what is worth your life isn't worthless, you are not a loser, or what those bastards are spatting about. I THINK YOU ARE KIND, SMART, BEAUTIFUL, AND RADIANT, the boy said. WHO ARE YOU? Amy asked him. My name is Riley Williams, you seat behind me in 2nd period with Mr. Logan in English 2 Ap. Oh am sorry, I really don't know anyone in our class, Amy said honestly. That's okay Riley smiled. Am Amy Sinclaire nice to meet you, Riley?

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

Help me and tell the boys to have fun and make sure they don't get too drunk! Krystal, 08:02pm Yes, madam, we will. Miss you, see you tomorrow then!!! Me, 08:03pm (sent a face kiss emoji) See you tomorrow ;) I decide to text a short message to Liam and tell him to have fun celebrating and that I will see him tomorrow. I'm about to switch off my phone and head to bed when my phone rang and I see Zach calling me again. I decline the call and head back to bed to sleep, feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks again.

Melissa looked disheveled and disorderly, she had a luggage back behind her and looked like she had even crying. At the sound of Kaia calling her mom, she felt her eyes fill up with tears. They had worked so hard to get here and Melissa knew she was going to break Kaia apart again. She did not want to, but there was too much at stake and this was the only way she could fix everything, even if it meant breaking her heart into a million pieces, again!

If this doesn't work out, it won't break me. It might very well kill me, but I know I won't let it break me. I've already been broken and I refuse to fall apart again.