I'm pinned against the wall. She's taking me apart, piece by piece. I'm broken. I'm scrambled on the floor. Just a heap of gray nothingness.
My emotions were like buttons. Touch the yellow button and you'll be happy! You would touch the button and the signal would go to your brain. My brain was like a vase. Filled with different information and emotions, then at night I emptied it. The vase is broken. Thick cracks at the bottom. My emotions are so small, they flowed through. Gone. Nothing. I can't feel.
She broke it with words. Words filled with pain, hate, and anger. I'm broken. She spits more insults at me and I cower against the cold, gray wall. I curl up in a ball, hoping that she would stop. Stop the words from flowing out of her mouth. Stop the pain and anger.
I screamed for a second. She stopped. She stared. She cried. She dropped. She lay still. My broken vase began to fix itself. My emotions began to fill it. I wept. I shouted. I screamed. I cried. She's gone but I'm here. Me. Not an empty shell. I am here, and that's what matters.
