Broken Pieces

ocomogasai

I rush into my safe space, quickly shutting down the unwanted emotions surging through me.

I took off my jacket and hung it on the rack, then I kicked off my shoes.  I took a good look at the gym and sighed.

It was empty, like my heart and everything else in my life, including my mom.

I know that was harsh and irritatingly sappy but oh well.

I picked up my iPod from my jacket and scanned the music searching for what exactly I had no idea. I scrolled on, bored with myself, till I stopped when I saw it.

It felt like all I really wanted. The song "Keep me alive" by Khalid boomed through the beats mp3 player.

I moved according to the rhythm of the song, to the rhythm of my heart. I danced thinking of all my struggles, the words weren't fully related to me but I felt like it was truly for me.

When the song stopped, I heaved heavily the passion and emotions put into the song left me breathless. I played a couple of random songs after.

I picked up my jacket satisfied with myself, about to put my shoes on, When I heard a loud bang, then a scream and then a crash.

Alot of noises kept coming as I rushed back into the house. I walked in cautiously looking at the glass peices on the floor, slowly I got in. I saw my mother holding a wine bottle and a glass in her hand.

She faked a smile at me and said "hey honey." I stared at her, she looked insane and still she pretended to be Happy as always. I looked down and saw the reason for the shattered glass. It was a potrait of my father,while he met some kids on his rescue mission to some parts of Madagascar. I looked up at my mothers' wrinkled face. She didn't even bother to give an explanation this time. I stared hard at her,before I sighed and walked upstairs to my room, thanking God for my sound proof rooms, so I wouldn't have to hear her cry.

I sighed again, just another random day at home. I felt tears threatening to pour but I wiped it off immediately. I'm nothing like her, I'll never be like her. Crying was a sign of weakness, Ashley said all the time. If only she were here to say that again. If only dad was here.

If only. Those were the two words that signified that such action could never come to life.

A/n:-hey guys. So I gave up on this book a long time ago, but a friend of mine inspired me to continue cus she liked it and I hope you like it too😊.