I became mute after that night. I didn't want to do anything anymore. I didn't want to eat.
To move.
To speak.
To even breathe.
I became completely hollow. I became a vessel with no light or muse.
No drive nor motivation.
Spiritless.
Nothing.
A vessel of nothingness.
I remember looking into his eyes. Those piercing brown eyes. Every time I close my eyes, I saw those damn eyes penetrating my soul. Royce shattered me. He left my spirit to suffer in silent until it drifted off into eternal slumber and left it there to die with his secret. He succeeded. My physical body barely managed to continue on, but my spirit, all sixteen years it took to develop , disappeared within five minutes. Nobody knew about what happened. I couldn't bear to humiliate myself more than what I already felt. I couldn't bear to think what they would do if they found out. The only thing I could bear was keeping this secret. I grab a notebook, turned to the next available page and wrote these words:
Here lies the body of a girl who was cut so deep that she did just that. She felt a discomfort so intolerable that she tried to cut it away; everything that she felt. A pain that no one could relate to. A sorrow that was unbearable to speak about. An angry that she felt like nothing and no body could stop. Here lies the body of a girl who is numb; hollow; broken. Here lies the body of Serenity Williams, the girl who was raped by her sister's boyfriend.
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cut so deep || serenity (book 2)
Kurzgeschichtenreni had never felt any emotions towards her brother's death. she was young when he died. she spent majority of her life watching the affects of his death take a toll on the rest of her family. she lived the average life of a kid from brooklyn, with...
