Four.
The dish lay broken on the floor.
'Good for nothing you are!' her mother bellowed.
Her father had said something similar but harsher: 'Good for nothing slut!' he had roared slamming the door shut.
Slut?
What was a slut?
She herself was a slut.
'You are a bitch! Why did I ever give birth to you?'
She felt empty, but then a heart wrenching pain erupted in her chest.
Eyes dry as the Sahara.
How was she supposed to deal with those sentences every time she made a mistake?
Stop putting an effort?
Become idol?
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GIVING UP
Short StoryShe thought she was going mad. A girl on the verge of destroying herself because of the past. Will she give up on life or truly see its beauty?
