Chapter 5

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"Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word."

- George R.R. Martin

Chapter 5

Touching the cool door knob, I sucked in a breath of air. Slowing letting it go, I turned the knob, opening the door.

I stepped inside with the fear of leaving more ruined then I came. I took notice of the darkness immediately, but I spotted him, leaning on the dimly-lit wall across from me.

"It's about time." His voice resonated throughout the room. I looked toward the sound of his words. "Excuse me?" My heart pounding with anticipation.

He let out a sigh. Taking a step forward, he seemly gestured to the floor, "You can put the papers there, you won't need them for what we are about to do."

I quickly set the papers down, discarding my jacket as well. Coming to the middle of the room, facing the wall. I hadn't noticed at first but it was covered by a huge mirror, similar to a dance studio.

" Why are you here and why do you assume I can help you?" He asked me. Thrown off, I scrunched my eyebrows, my eyes flitted to where he stood. "What do you mean?" I answered with a question.

" Just answer the question." I swung my arms nervously, " I am looking for a way out and I don't know if you can help me." I squirmed, wishing to avoid his piercing stare I felt, instead settling on my reflection.

Slow footsteps were heard as he came closer. I felt him brush me, I shivered, goosebumps rose on my arms. Warmth radiated off him, his breath fanning my neck. "Do you trust me?" He whispered in my ear.

"No." I was scared. I made a mistake, putting my hope into wishful thinking. I was broken, what am I trying to fix? You can't fix what's broken. There were many wondering the planet with cracks in their life, waiting to be put back together.

Believing they needed to be seamless to go far. Do they? Am I in denial? Can my broken pieces be saved?

"You'll never be whole, you'll always have cracks." He whispered, backing away. I was shattered.

Author's Note: Honestly, I don't know what I just wrote. Filled with horrible grammar and non understandable sentences , I hope you guys got what I was trying to say.

I love SZA, she is such a good singer! I know it was a horrible place to end the chapter but I wanted to post something after having this draft for some time now. Enjoy!

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