Poor Broken Girl

by TheCommonTrixter

"She's a mystery. I can't figure her out. She's so close off" I said. I silently cursed in frustration. She hates me, that much was clear, but I wasn't giving up. I was going to figure out this shadow hunter if it killed me. A/N I'm no good at summaries.

~Prologue ~

Sometimes you may want to cry… but you just have to suck it up don't you? No matter how much it hurts, you can't break down; you have to be strong for others. But my question is if you you've had to be strong for your whole life and then you lose everyone that you've been being strong for… how do you tell yourself that it's okay to cry?

I never figured out how. Now I shun myself from everyone, not wanting to have to be a crutch to anyone ever again. I didn't trust myself to be able to be strong.

So, I keep a confident strut, my eyes without contact, and my heart? ...Closed.