Falling

The breaking of Elizabeth Asher

*Sensitive topics are discussed throughout this whole story. This will be your only warning. PLEASE IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE READING, THEN DON'T!!!!!!!*

In life, we all search for that one person. That "special someone", you know, the person that's supposed to love you so epically it shakes the earth and all that jazz? It's a nice thought, isn't it? Well, let me tell you a little something I've learned in all my years of existence; that cosmic, epic, earth-shattering love? Total Bullshit.

Don't get me wrong, I've seen true love before, in the eyes of my grandparents as they stared at each other every time they glanced at the other. I used to feel it with my father, he was my number one fan, the greatest support and my first knight in shining armor.

It was on September fourteenth that my knight was struck down. Murdered. That was the only word I heard when the cops arrived, the only one I really acknowledged at least. 

From what the police could understand of the whole situation, there was an argument between my parents. Said argument led to my mother picking up a candle stick and bashing my fathers skull in.  If I'm being completely honest about it the whole night is a little hazy. Which I'm extremely thankful for. 

Seeing as both of my parents were unavailable, one being dead and the other sent to an asylum, my grandparents raised me and paid for several accomplished therapists. All of which claim that I haven't completely dealt with my father's death and I don't completely disagree with them but it's not like I'm gonna just flip a switch and be suddenly ok with what happened.

I know what true love is and I know just how quickly it can be snatched away.

I had just thought that I was smart enough to never let myself feel it again.

As per usual, I was wrong.