Broken doll
Lights off. Only the scented aromatherapy candles were lighted up. Two of them. She figured that it might soothe her-calm her. She sat in d corner of her room. Reminiscing how her life had been these past year, tears started to flood her eyes and flowed like a river at a constant speed. Her happy memories. Her sad ones. Everything came and went. She had been happy with him. She had never loved anyone like this ever before. She opened up to him. Knowing that she might get hurt again and still she took that chance feeling that he worth it. She cared about him. She felt safe with him.
The feeling that she felt at that very moment was a feeling she had never felt before. It was so painful that her whole body just kinda felt numb. Her heart felt like it was pierced with a thousand thorns. A glass smashed to a million pieces. That was how it was. He had hurt her in all the ways thats possible. She knew some of it was her fault. She knew a certain thing about him but she never mentioned it just coz she thought that it might make matters worse. But now its too late. Old wounds bleed again. New ones juz wont seem to heal. The pain would never go away. Though she can forgive, d pain would juz remain there.
She cried so hard so much to d extend that tears stop flowing. She needed to channel out d pain she felt. The next thing she realised was d blood streaming from the 2 lines on her arm which synbolized the number 2. The sight of it somehow somewhat weirdly soothes her. She didnt feel pain from the cut. She juz stared at it.
Realising that it was almost sunrise and her dad might find her distraught like that, she went to bed and cried herself to sleep.
She had always loved him and will always do.
