Broken:
A story of a broken spirit, a fallen angel and how true love blossoms.
One day, I will be able to escape this nightmare.
My mother was, yet again, drunk and yelling about how I was a mistake, and how she wishes I was dead… then maybe HE would still be here. My tiny body shivered from the cool autumn air that gently blew through my room. As I tried to fall asleep, I wondered how I would make up an excuse to my teacher about the fresh set of bruises this time.
"Vaughn! Get out here! Where is my son? Vaughn, you ungrateful bastard, get out here!"
My mother stormed into my room and yanked me up by my silver hair… the silver hair I got from my father. That's why my mother hated me so much. I looked like him. I hate this curse he gave me… I hate my silver hair and purple hues.
Mother slapped me hard across the face, threw me down, and spit on my face.
"My hatred for you is unbearable. You made him leave… you ruined everything and every day you live is a waste of life. I will always hate you. Never forget that."
She soon left the room, and I was free to shed tears. She hates it when I cry.
I wiped my tears and sniffled, "Happy 8th birthday, Vaughn." Not many children get smacked and told they're hated on their birthdays. I didn't know it at the time because abuse was all I knew.
I looked up at the stars and folded my hands together in prayer, "Please. If there is a God, please send me an angel… please, that's all I want for my birthday; A guardian angel."
I fell asleep dreaming of an angel. A beautiful angel that will help me escape this nightmare.
I woke up, noticed mother had already left to work, and I got ready for school.
I looked into the broken mirror and frowned. My ribs were sticking out and I had become pale from being in this tiny house so much. I pulled on my dirty uniform, while practicing my fake smile and my excuse for the day.
Even though I'm constantly teased by other kids, I love going to school. It's the only place I can go without having to worry about Mother. After doing my morning chores, I walked out into the cool fall morning. I lived by the Appalachian Mountain in North Carolina, so weather can be very brutal. This is when I really wished I had a jacket, but mother would never allow me to be warm. The colored leaves blew in the wind as I looked over to the house next door. It seemed a family was moving in next door.
"That's odd. Hardly anyone lives up here. I wonder who would want to move here."
That's when I saw her. A girl around my age with chestnut brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. She resembled an angel…. What if she's my angel? No; that's impossible… there's no such thing as angels… Mother said so.
At age eight, I didn't really have anything to believe in. But little did I know; that girl was indeed an angel. A savior that would change my life forever.
Author's note: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. Thank you for reading and please review! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harvest Moon.