Beautifully Broken Souls

.•°*Chapter 6*°•.

The rest of the day passed in a blur and soon the school was over. Though they did gave a lot of homework but that's just another normal school day. All I had to do was keep my head down and walk. Thankfully I did not have another encounter with Drew or anyone else for that matter.

I took the bus home and saw my drunk father. He was passed out on the couch. And my mother, well she must be in Rio de Janeiro by now, hooking up with another random guy. Not that she cares about me or my brother.

My brother took over dad's company the moment he passed out of college. literally. He worked hard and today the company is in one of the top of their lines. The reason why we are so rich. Only I don't boast about it. Why would I? The only thing that comes out of it is the way people judge you and I don't want other people from my species to judge me. I mean how can you even judge a person by how they look or what they wear or hoe they are. It's pathetic, really.

I make my way to the kitchen and see if it's actually intact to get something edible from there. I saw it was actually clean for once and that the fridge was stacked with fresh food. Which means Marissa came by. Marissa is our housekeeper, she comes thrice a week to clean everything up.

I took out frozen pizza from the freezer and put it up in the microwave to heat it. When it was done, I took out some coke and made my way to the top floor of the house which consisted of the gym with an attached dance studio.

We even had a freaking lift in the house. Well you can expect that when you live in a four storey house. The ground floor is the living room and the kitchen. The first floor takes up the AV room that has 8 recliners lined up in it. The second floor has our rooms. It has 7 rooms. One of them is the game room. The third floor has the official hangout station. With a 62" flat screen and a PS4, an Xbox one and all the games you can ask for. But no one has entered that place in a long time. The fourth floor has the gym and the dance studio. And that was where I was headed.

I was eating my pizza while sitting cross legged on the wooden floor of the dance studio. I put up a song on the Bluetooth speakers and soon my song was up and I was practising my favorite routine.

Dance is my passion. It is something where I can let loose and let my body take over. It's something I do and it makes me fell complete. Doing those moves and flips and those intricate gestures helped me convey everything that my words can't. Dance is a language only few can understand.

Thus is the only way I can actually fell content. It makes me feel complete. And not broken. But only temporary. Because it eventually comes to an end. Everything in life eventually comes to an end. And you must learn to appreciate it while it is still there. Because living with the guilt is something not all can live thorough.

Many times I tried to kill myself. To end the suffering for good. But then I though of my brother and my so called drunk father. We both share the grief and now I realize, that I am more broken than I thought. Because the moment I finish the routine, reality comes crashing back to me and I know that it will always be this way and nothing can change it. I will always be broken and none shall pick my pieces back up. And then I know, what they said was right. I'm something none can fix and that I will destroy everything associated to me.

And that is why I let go.

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