Novel & Cerita Things That Are Broken

I looked at him through glassy eyes, using every cell in my body to keep the tears at bay. "Am I broken?" "...No." He shook his head, tightening his hold on my hand. "At least, I don't think you are, but if you are, then I guess I am too... Maybe we're all a little bit broken?" "Then how do I fix it?" "We can't. We just... Learn to live with it, and find peace and happiness with the remaining pieces... I don't think all broken things need to be fixed, baby sister."

They scattered everywhere like sad, dead things. I broke the table. My fist came down hard on the wood and it cracked. Then I kicked it and it broke into pieces. I grabbed the flower vase that was sitting on the side table and threw it against the wall. It shattered into sharp pieces that fell like rain. The flowers scattered everywhere. Water dripped down the wall like tears. The television. I turned it over and it crashed to the ground, the screen cracking into a spider web of broken glass. One by one, I destroyed everything in that sitting room. Every decoration. Every piece of furniture. Every reminder of what I had tried to do. Everything was broken now. Everything was ruined.

But the cracks are showing. In the research. In the protection. In the illusion of safety we built. And I'm terrified of what happens when everything finally breaks.

Instead, they turned my house upside down. They swung their bats at everything they could reach. The sound of breaking glass and crashing furniture filled the air. The TV shattered into pieces, the screen cracking before falling to the floor. The coffee table was broken in half, the wood splintering under the force of their swings. Plates and glasses crashed to the floor, shards scattering everywhere. Even my favorite vase was smashed, the beautiful ceramic pieces lying in ruins. I stood still, frozen, my body trembling with fear and anger. They didn’t hit me, but their destruction hurt just as much. It was like they were breaking me piece by piece, tearing apart my home and my heart.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

“No.” “Broken?” “Not in the way you think,” he answered. I raised an eyebrow. “Then how?” “You’re hurt,” he said. “Not broken. There’s a difference. Broken things don’t feel pain. Hurt ones do.” That hit me hard. I looked down again. “He made me believe I was only good for one thing, and eventually, I stopped trying to be anything else.” There was a pause. I could hear the clock ticking behind me. Each tick felt like an unwelcome breath I didn’t know how to take.

An hour later, Michael and Jennifer collapsed to the floor, foaming at the mouth. A bottle of poisonous pesticide was left lying by the stove.

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole. And I let

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”