Indestructible By Disturbed Novels & Stories

"Unbreakable. Most people who went through what you did would be curled up in a corner somewhere, too broken to fight back. But here you are, organizing evidence and planning your counterattack. That is a Sterling trait if I ever saw one." "I do not feel very strong," Cora admitted. She looked around at her tiny apartment, at all the reminders of her failed marriage. "I feel like I have been shattered into a million pieces." "Being broken and being unbreakable are not opposites," Caleb said from where he was photographing documents with his phone. "You can be both at the same time. Broken by what happened to you, but unbreakable in your core. In your will to survive."

Something stronger. Something she could never break. ---

Flashback *** As Diane struggled to catch her breath thst night, a huge figure hovered over her little frame as she gasped for air. The familiar man looked her dead in the eyes and, without hesitation, pushed the injection into her neck. And he did not stop pushing it in until the entire liquid had been emptied into her body. It was a special serum, one that he liked to call the antidote of forgetfulness. No one knows how he did it, but it made Diane lose some of her memory, specifically the ones that held secrets.

And yet— Her fingers clenched weakly against the stone. The storm inside her resisted the calm like a cornered animal. I broke something, her thoughts bled, ragged and raw. I always break things. Ronan exhaled, slow and controlled. Not a sigh. A grounding breath. You survived, he answered. That’s not breaking. That’s fighting. She almost laughed—or would have, if her body remembered how. Fighting wasn’t what the Hunters had called it. The labs hadn’t called it that. They’d called it resistance. Noncompliance. Faulty programming.

I Looked Back at the Tear At the thing pushing against it. Trying to come through. “It’s not invading,” I said. “It’s returning to its origin point.” “Which is?” the glowing figure pressed. My Jaw Tightened “Me.” That did it. That broke whatever composure they had left “What?” “That’s impossible!” “She’s destabilizing again” “I am not destabilizing!” My voice cracked through the chaos like a whip. The air around me rippled. Power surged But it didn’t spiral this time.

Motionless. One strike away from destruction. Yet it never fell.

I correct, with bitterness in my tone, "You loved yourself, your desires, your control, all alone." "You destroyed me," I repeat, emphasizing each word, Darrick's face contorts in anguish, his cries mixing with mine, unheard. But my resolve remains unshaken, firm and strong, "No," I say, resolute, "you had your chance, and blew it ." Too much hurt, memories flood back, pain overwhelms, "Too much damage," irreparable, forever to remain. Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow,

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

He sat across from me, his stare tearing into me like he could strip away the walls I had built around myself. “I’m surviving,” I finally whispered, my voice brittle but steady. “This is the only way I know how to survive.” His brows knitted, and he leaned closer, lowering his tone so only I could hear. “Surviving? Ava, this…” he gestured to the dim lights, the thick perfume in the air, the clinking glasses, “…is not survival. This is you destroying yourself.”