Im Broken Novels & Stories

I ask in a cold voice with a straight face trying to hide the fear creeping up my throat threatening to choke me. "I thought I would come say hello to my mate and you really didn't make it easy to get in. Almost like you didn't want me to come in, but that would be ridiculous. I broke a window and climbed through. Those aren't reinforced. You really wanna be careful with that because someone could just break in whenever they want. Luckily this time it was just me." It almost sounds like he is genuinely concerned about it, yet I know better. He is fucking crazy.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

Not owned. And not broken. That's what mattered.

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.”

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

Someone who wasn’t broken. And that someone… should be me.

I would not be broken. Not by them. Not by anyone.

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.