As a child have you ever been broken? Do you think children too, can get broken too at such a young and tender age?
Probably yes, probably not. Every child has a good childhood, but what about the ones whose childhoods have been stolen from them? What happens to them?
Do you know how I got broken?
Do you want to know the secret that blasted my insides, made me walk round, trying to heal? Do you know that for years I couldn't find healing?*********
After what seemed like a year, we finally moved back to the house. Mum forgave dad. I don't know how but she just did, and then it was dad that came to pick me up from school, looking better than I've seen him. I was glad it wasn't mum. The last time I saw her was for open day and when she went round asking for my results I had failed every single subject. One of my teachers , the science teacher mentioned that maybe I had a psychological problem and she attacked him."It is your children that has the psychological problem. Not mine!" She yelled
It went round school. She cried. I wanted to assure her that I didn't do this on purpose but she didn't look like she'd listen anyways.
To make her happy I sat up in class and then I started to improve in my work. The loner life was quite fun though. Since no one really wanted to talk to me but I didn't care.
But some one made me do. I had a crush for the first time. His name was Jeffery. He was talk and fair and was a twin and whenever I saw him I would be certain of making a fool of myself. Sometimes my hands were slippery. Sometimes the floor was slippery.
I tried to talk to one of my classmates about it. She only stared at me in a funny way.
"You're not the first person to like him sha" was what she said later on.
Like I didn't know.
The only day he spoke to me, was the day everyone was quite busy during break. I ate lunch and snuck out of the dining hall. It wasn't allowed but I was so tiny that no one noticed me sneaking out.
When I got back to class, it was empty.
Ah, finally. Let me breathe for a while.
I brought out a novel I was reading, and I didn't notice someone strut into the classroom. I was so engrossed in the novel.
"Hi"
I looked up, and I almost gasped. Jeffery standing above me. In all that fineness.
Wait a minute. What was he even doing here? This isn't even his class.
"Hello" I said, feeling sorry that I didn't respond immediately.
"You're Hadassah. Right?"
He knows my name? "Uh, Y-yes. I. I'm Ha- Has- I mean Hadassah"
Are you ever this stupid? You forgot your own name, girl.
He raised his brow a bit. Ugh.
He brought out his hand. "Nice to meet you, finally"
I shook his hand. Finally?
"Someone told me that you had a crush on me"