Beyond Broken

Prologue

I've always been told that no one reacts to tragedy the same way. Some break down. Some move on. And others- well- they suffer so much that they lose any fragment of what they once were.

This isn't always a bad thing though. I mean some people change for the better but then there is me. I may seem like the perfectly normal teenage girl, though I party and drink a lot, but in reality I'm broken beyond belief.

Beyond Broken.

The emotions that people see from me on a daily basis aren't real, well beside the anger and sadness. I can't even cry anymore because the tears all came years ago. That's the thing though because I fool everyone so well that not a single person knows anything is wrong. Hell, they don't even know anything happened.

No one sees it because my walls are so built up that no one can ever get though. That's the way I like it. Keep them guessing if they can't predict me, then they can't hurt me. Not again. It can't happen again.

I've always looked at the other people around end me and thought about which ones of them are suffering. Who goes home and sobs in their sleep? Who is faking every emotion that passes though there face? Because I know I sure as hell am.

That's the thing that gets me about high school and teenagers. They don't understand that behind every pretty little picture, there is a story, happy or completely wrecked. Completely and utterly wrecked. Those people walking down the hall have a story. But no, we judge. We judge based on looks and money and shoes and clothes. We don't see the slight pain that flashes though their eyes because they cover it up. We don't see the emotional scars that are built from years and years of put downs and upsets. We don't see the stress that consumes their minds in every waking moment. The stress that we add on too.

I see it. Because I've been there. I'm still there to this day and I doubt I'll ever get out. I've slipped in. More like been pushed. This is one slip that you can't just get up and dust yourself off from.

Some people have breaking points and ill say those people are lucky because I lost mine along time ago. Before most people know what emotions are, I lost mine.

Now I'm a shell of fake emotions.

I'm beyond broken.

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Hey y'all! I'm Alyssa and I'm not really that much of a writer but dude this is stress relieving! I have some plans for this story but they're all a jumbled mess right now! I'm not the best writer and ill admit it but this is for me and I just want to try! If you don't like it then don't read it! But if you do then you are an awesome person!!!!!!

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