Shattered Trust

sobriety

This is my first book hope y'all enjoy I'll try to update at least 1 time every 2 days.

              ☆ TRIGGER WARNING ☆

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As I splashed cold water on my face, I caught a glimpse of the reflection staring back at me—a girl caught between the memories of her parents and the chaos of her current life. The bathroom's fluorescent lights flickered, mirroring the uncertainty swirling in my mind.

I leaned against the sink, feeling the rough edges of the porcelain beneath my palms. "Get it together, Zoe," I whispered. But the words felt hollow. The truth was, I was terrified. Terrified of facing the group, of admitting that I still felt like the little girl who lost everything—like I was drowning in a sea of 'what ifs' and 'if onlys.'

Outside the bathroom door, I could hear the muffled voices of other attendees. Some were sharing their stories, their struggles echoing through the thin walls. I imagined their faces, each one marked by their own battles, and wondered if they could see through my facade.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open, stepping back into the hall. The warmth of the group contrasted starkly with the chill that had settled in my bones. I hesitated, my feet glued to the floor, an internal tug-of-war raging within me.

What would they think if I walked in? Would they judge me for still clinging to my pain, for feeling like an imposter in a room full of warriors? Or would they understand that sometimes, the biggest battles are fought within?

With each heartbeat, I felt the pressure mount. I knew my parents would have wanted me to be strong, to confront my fears head-on. But here I was, feeling more wishy-washy than ever.

Finally, I took a step forward. Just one. Then another. I could do this. For them. For me.

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KINDA SHORT FIRST CHAPTER SORRY♡