Fixing the broken!

Chapter 1

I had sweat dripping down my forehead, as gasp for air. As I felt my comfortable bed; seems to swallow me….. Yes! my past still haunts me, as I hear people from my past laughing, sneering and yelling from the people I loved and my so called family. Now my heart is taken with darkness and I am empty broken shell that can’t be fixed.

4 years has past… since I ran away from home and I am still a shadow to my tragic past. Trusting has been an issue, making friend has been a challenge, smiling has been hard. My new families are supportive and loving. I am still stuck in my past, the only thing that pulls me to the present is my three year daughter Jenna and my new family I have….

I stood up from the bed walk the sink to wash my face. I stared at the person reflecting at me. She has beautiful tanned skin, with hazel eyes and had beautiful wavy black hair. But dead was her soul, her eyes held sadness, that made lose the sparkles. I looked away as I touched my rapid heartbeat, I walk to the next room where my angle was fast asleep, snoring slowly. I kissed her cheeks and pulled her cover on top of her. I promised myself I would give her everything I had lost and missed out on my childhood…. Support, love and trust!

Her innocent sleeping figure broke my heart, seeing she missed the love of her father and the one who would never acknowledge as her daughter…