Breakage

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When her eleventh year came,
She sat there in the dining room, Silent tears streaming down her face,
Watching her big colourful ice cream cake start to melt,
As the wax from the candle start to drip down onto the cake.

Her little brother,
Oblivious,
Dipped his finger into the cake and started sucking on it,
Making sounds of delight,
As he tasted the sweet ice cream coating his pointer finger, Ignoring the background noises of yelling and crying,
The voices of their parents in the living room tearing their marriage apart,
For he had become used to it, Something that breaks her heart immensely,
No child should ever grow up in this kind of environment,
Wishing that she could somehow conceal him from all this.

She listened to the sounds of her family,
Breaking and splintering and cracking.

As She drowned in the pool of screaming voices that could only be heard inside her head,
One of them so loud,
It's only wish was to be heard by the outside world.

The only thing preventing its escape was the mouth that was pressed into a thin line so hard that it hurt the little girl,
She took in a deep shuddering breath,
Thought of the life before,
When life was happy,
Wishing with all her might that it could be like that again,
As she blew out all of the eleven candles,
Knowing that no matter what her wish will never come true,
But than again the truth is to painful to accept,
So what's the harm in lying?

It's the only thing helping her sleep at night after all.