She's Broken Because She Believed Novels & Stories

I didn't answer; I didn't know the answer. Maybe some bad choices mixed with things we couldn't control. But you couldn't be sure. “You were my best friend, you know?” she asked. “You were mine too," I answered, looking at the ground as well, not having the courage to face her. “And why did you abandon me? Friends don't leave, Ethan. Friends stay.” She said in a shaky voice, emphasizing the last word without looking me in the eye because she knew, and I knew, that if she did that, she would break.

She frowned, finally opening her eyes to look at me. “You’re sad, mad. Why are you sad mad?” I nodded. She smiled just a little as she rolled her eyes. “Because I’m so broken that I can’t even make out with a hot guy that I want. He broke me that even as good as it felt making out the minute your hand touched my thigh, I was sucked into that nightmare.” she shook her head.

She lets out a hiccup as she calms down some more. "You are not weak. You did not break either. If you had broken then you would have told all of the secrets. Every single one. You might have wanted to break but you are stronger than they gave you credit for. Tears does not mean that you are broken. There are only cracks. Cracks that can be fixed easily." I tell her.

People who'd accepted her when she had nothing, who'd helped her become who she was meant to be. "When I came to Nightshade," she began, her voice shaking but growing stronger, "I didn't think I'd ever feel whole again. I thought being rejected meant I was broken forever. But you all showed me something different. You showed me that my worth wasn't determined by someone else's inability to see it."

She craved to know that. All her life, happiness came in fragments whereas pain was like an abundant sea, always knocking her down under its waves. Still she never felt her faith wavering in her God. Her God is watching over her and this sole fact empowers her like nothing. She wakes up every day, smiles through life and sleep, knowing she is not alone. This is why, she always come to his sanctuary whenever she feels down and defeated. And today was one of those days. This is the only place where she can be herself; that is broken and miserable.

My mind adds the phrase “not anymore.” Immediately, I answered the call. It's the haunted sound of her cry and the trembling of her lips as she speaks. “I’m broken. I feel totally stupid and hurt right now because Ben just broke up with me. I saw it coming, Denver.” Fuck, the way she mentioned my name with the haunted sounds from her lips.

And said, “Tell me, what happened? Why are you so sure that you’re broken, tell me so I could make you understand that you are not. And tell me who gave you any right to decide for Cole if he deserves you or not?” When I told her what happened the other night— not every single detail but how my past collided with my present and ruined everything, she was silent for a while and then she said, “You didn't tell me how big he was?” I coughed and looked at her wide eyed. She broke into laughter and said, “The look on your face...” Chuckling, she gave my arm a squeeze when I smiled and said, “I just wanted to make you smile.” “He has been treating me like I’m a fragile glass vase and he doesn’t wa

“She told me I was useless. She said all I ever do was break things. Do you know how much it hurts to hear that, over and over again? From the one person who was supposed to believe in me?” My heart twisted as I realized the depth of her pain. I hadn’t known, hadn’t understood what she had been going through. But that didn’t make this right. It didn’t justify what she was doing to me now.

"Whose ugliness is permanent?" Her chin lifted. "If you think I'll break, then you don't know what being broken feels like." Her words hit a place I didn't expect. I had seen people snap before. But she was different. "Hmmm, you think you are tough, right?" I snickered. "I will break your spirit and make you eat up your words." "You don't want to know how many times I was broken," she smiled. "Simply put, I can't be broken again."

Another round of tears drops. “I should’ve known better. I ran from Sebastian, thinking I could start over, but look at me. I’m just… I’m broken. I let myself believe in something stupid, and now it’s shattered everything. Why can’t I just be strong? Why do I keep messing it up?”