Novel & Cerita Sidewalk Prophets Make Me Broken

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

Chapter 146 Rhea POV If not for that bitch Astrid that took my powers because she felt like I was taking time to get rid of Kai, I wouldn't have been in these shackles by now. I thought I would get my revenge for real this time, but I was mistaken. I would've said that I ruined everything myself, but fuck it! It wasn't entirely my fault, but that bastard's. He took everything away from me and made my kids hate me so much that they didn't even want to stand my presence. No matter how much I try to think that it's not going to affect me, in the end, it always turns out that I'm deceiving myself. It's really affecting me.

What was once a well-oiled machine was now a machine on the brink of breaking. As she glanced over her team, Isabella couldn’t shake the weight of the betrayal. Ethan’s actions had left a scar, one that was not only physical but emotional. Trust had always been the bedrock of their operations, and now that foundation was crumbling. It was hard to even look at some of the members without wondering if they harbored their own secret loyalties. She was a leader, but in this moment, she felt more like a person fighting to keep her balance, unsure of whether the ground beneath her would hold.

With those words lingering in the cosmic expanse, we pressed forward, driven by the cosmic curiosity that fueled our journey into the uncharted realms. In the heart of the cosmic abyss, the fractured nexus pulsed with a faint glow, a testament to its enduring connection to the cosmic dance. As we navigated the cosmic currents, an ethereal voice reverberated, cutting through the celestial silence. "The nexus, though broken, is a gateway to cosmic revelations. Embrace the unknown, for within its fractures lie the secrets of destinies yet to be unveiled."

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

He saw the glass slip from my numb fingers and shatter against the marble. The sound of the breaking glass was like a startling pistol. I tried to call his name, but my throat was closed. I was drowning on dry land. These vultures were closing in, their faces blurred into a single mask of judgment. The ‘malfunction’ was happening. The South Side trash was finally breaking. Don’t fall. Not here. Not in front of them. My knees gave way. The floor rushed up to meet me; a cold, unforgiving sea of marble stone. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact, waiting for the darkness to be permanent finally.

Learning the rhythm of the house, the names whispered in the dark, the cracks in the system. I’m not broken. I’m patient. And when I move—when I burn this place down— I won’t be quiet.

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

I lay there, not even having the strength to stand, my body numb and aching. It seemed... the child had already left my body. A bitter laugh escaped me. Perhaps it was for the best. The child of Alexander and Lilian had been destroyed by their own hands, and I no longer needed to go to the hospital to commit that sin. Even so, my heart still clenched painfully, so numb I could barely breathe. Bang. The door was kicked open again. “Vivian! Vivian!” At last, before I lost consciousness, a frantic voice rang out.