Broken
Chapter one - From the beginning
Arina: I don't own anything except the original characters.
Summary: A girl has been pushed around and used all her life. Just when everything seems lost, she finds a little ray of hope. But what does she do when everything is at sake and hope lost? WARNING: Tears, Ravings and Heartbreak (not to mention depression, self-inflicted harm and suicidal people). Please R&R (I need feedback)
A sound outside distracted her attention from the door. She could hear the rhythmical low rumblings of thunder. Her eyes saw the flashes of lighting and the wind howled. Then everything calmed down. She looked out to see the sky cloudy except a little ray of light, like hope.
Rain. Water drops on her window. She smiled faintly, a sad wistful smile. She wanted to go outside and run in the rain. With one pallid hand, she reached out and traced a rain drop with her finger. The window felt cool against her hot cheeks. How long has she cried? No one knows.
A footstep behind her, she drew back from the window, clearly startled. She didn't get enough time to turn around, instead a cruel hand grabbed her wrist pulling her away from the window.
Hands that could be gentle but instead, cruel and unfeeling. She shivered. She couldn't look into his eyes, those eyes that glinted maliciously as he mercilessly twisted her wrist. She had restrained herself from screaming in pain. She knew that screaming would only excite him and he would hit harder just to hear her screams.
The first punch hit her stomach, she cringed and fell onto the floor. She bit her lips. A trickle of blood from her mouth. She lay there, trying not to feel the pain.
He grinned, leaning over, almost falling onto her small fragile frame. She could smell the disgusting reek of alcohol on his breath. His hot breath stirring her hair and misting on her neck.
She struggled, fruitlessly. She stared past him at the clock on the wall. Her hands clawing his sleeve. His eyes never left her face, that was the only part of her, he didn't violate. She was his little puppet, a rag doll that he uses and discards when he got bored. But she was beautiful, that was what he fell for.
He loved her, a long time ago, but now at 32, he hated her. She, still beautiful, a 19 year old girl, but quiet. She never wanted to stand out. She was beautiful but she didn't mean anything to him. Whenever he saw her face, he would feel hatred stir up in him. A hatred so strong that he acted on it. Whether he was sober or not. He hated her. And that was that.
She lay there docile. There was nothing she could do to defend herself. She saw the flash of a blade. Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something but she stayed silent. Her eyes, unseeing as he cut through her flesh. She couldn't cry out. Even so, what was the point. He had won. Like always. He was stronger.
Her breath drew uneven as she slipped into unconsciousness. He glared at her and went into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. Asleep.
Arina: . I do not know what to say. Please Read and Review. I need feedback! Thanks to Michiki, Requiem Duindain, Cruel Destiny, Lily Hino, Inazuma no Megami, Lizalaroo and everyone else!
Chapter one - From the beginning
Arina: I don't own anything except the original characters.
Summary: A girl has been pushed around and used all her life. Just when everything seems lost, she finds a little ray of hope. But what does she do when everything is at sake and hope lost? WARNING: Tears, Ravings and Heartbreak (not to mention depression, self-inflicted harm and suicidal people). Please R&R (I need feedback)
A sound outside distracted her attention from the door. She could hear the rhythmical low rumblings of thunder. Her eyes saw the flashes of lighting and the wind howled. Then everything calmed down. She looked out to see the sky cloudy except a little ray of light, like hope.
Rain. Water drops on her window. She smiled faintly, a sad wistful smile. She wanted to go outside and run in the rain. With one pallid hand, she reached out and traced a rain drop with her finger. The window felt cool against her hot cheeks. How long has she cried? No one knows.
A footstep behind her, she drew back from the window, clearly startled. She didn't get enough time to turn around, instead a cruel hand grabbed her wrist pulling her away from the window.
Hands that could be gentle but instead, cruel and unfeeling. She shivered. She couldn't look into his eyes, those eyes that glinted maliciously as he mercilessly twisted her wrist. She had restrained herself from screaming in pain. She knew that screaming would only excite him and he would hit harder just to hear her screams.
The first punch hit her stomach, she cringed and fell onto the floor. She bit her lips. A trickle of blood from her mouth. She lay there, trying not to feel the pain.
He grinned, leaning over, almost falling onto her small fragile frame. She could smell the disgusting reek of alcohol on his breath. His hot breath stirring her hair and misting on her neck.
She struggled, fruitlessly. She stared past him at the clock on the wall. Her hands clawing his sleeve. His eyes never left her face, that was the only part of her, he didn't violate. She was his little puppet, a rag doll that he uses and discards when he got bored. But she was beautiful, that was what he fell for.
He loved her, a long time ago, but now at 32, he hated her. She, still beautiful, a 19 year old girl, but quiet. She never wanted to stand out. She was beautiful but she didn't mean anything to him. Whenever he saw her face, he would feel hatred stir up in him. A hatred so strong that he acted on it. Whether he was sober or not. He hated her. And that was that.
She lay there docile. There was nothing she could do to defend herself. She saw the flash of a blade. Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something but she stayed silent. Her eyes, unseeing as he cut through her flesh. She couldn't cry out. Even so, what was the point. He had won. Like always. He was stronger.
Her breath drew uneven as she slipped into unconsciousness. He glared at her and went into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. Asleep.
Arina: . I do not know what to say. Please Read and Review. I need feedback! Thanks to Michiki, Requiem Duindain, Cruel Destiny, Lily Hino, Inazuma no Megami, Lizalaroo and everyone else!
