Im Broken Novels & Stories

“Then start with why the bond is gone, because if you think I’m just going to stand here and accept that, you’re out of your fucking mind.” “I didn’t break it,” he said. That… that didn’t help. My hands clenched, frustration rising again. “Then explain it,” I said, sharper now, my chest tight with something between anger and panic. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels pretty fucking broken.” Eric tilted his head slightly, studying me like that reaction mattered more than the question. “It’s not broken,” he said slowly. “You’ve just been separated from it.” Didn’t feel right, didn’t fit.

With a sharp pair of shears, the intruder made a clean, microscopic slice through the inner tension straps, ensuring the brace would offer zero structural support the moment Adrian took a heavy hit. The locker door clicked shut. As the silent figure disappears back into the dark corridor, the camera pans over Adrian's compromised gear, leaving him completely defenseless on the eve of the biggest match of his life.

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

The water sloshed, wetting my hand. The glass slipped from my hold. The sound of the broken glass penetrated our ears. I peered at the broken shards and realized it was like my relationship with Noah. It was broken and can never be fixed.

“You survived it. That’s what matters.” “But what if I’m broken now?” I whisper. “What if all the soft parts of me are gone? What if I’m too scared to let someone love me again? What if you wake up one day and realize you deserve someone whole?” He stares at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Viola,” he murmurs. “You’re not broken.” I shake my head, not believing him. “You say that now—” “No,” he cuts in, gently but firmly. “Listen to me. You’re not broken. You’re brave. You’re still here. Still standing. You wrote through your pain. You pulled yourself out of something people spend decades trapped in. You didn’t disappear—you fought your way back.”

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

" He asked again, clueless. I blinked, realising that in all of the drama i just let on, the crucial information wasn't passed. "I.. i.. i uhm, it.. it's broken, all of it." I confessed slowly, stuttering as the words choked my throat. "What's broken?" He queried doubtfully. A sob/hiccup escaped from my mouth. "The test pieces." I let out. ###

But why do I still see the broken girl even if the mirror is not there anymore? The blood on my hands is proof that I did everything to make the broken girl go away, but she remains. I’m broken. And there is no fixing me. Even if there is no mirror, I will still be broken because the problem is not the mirror, it’s not the people who see me. The problem is ‘me’.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.