One Last Dance. *As you grew so did I Sequel* -Completed-

Broken.

~Tori's Pov~

Broken. That's the only word I can find in the English vocabulary that describes how I feel in this moment. 

My feet are dangling of the edge of the bed, swinging back and forth, the movement attracting cold air to my bare feet. The mirror opposite me being the focus of my attention helping me relive the moments my life seemed perfect, the moments where everything was perfect.

My blonde flowing hair in messy knots, my shirt wrinkled, my legs covered in bruises and cuts. Broken. Is this all I'll ever be?

I've been out of the hospital for three days. I haven't left my room, I haven't left this spot, I haven't eaten, I haven't slept. I've done nothing but stare at myself in the mirror. 

Trish, Alfie and Joann keep trying to come in and help me or talk to me so I pushed a chair against the door. I just want to be alone.

I know, I'm being selfish and ungrateful. If Joann and Trish hadn't of let me live here I would most likely still be in hospital but there are times in your life where you just need to be alone, that's what I need. I need to be alone.

A small sighed escaped my chapped lips when I realised I have to be in school tomorrow. 

I picked up the brush from the desk in front of me and slowly began to untangle the knots in my hair. After all the knots were out, I walked to the en-suite feeling slightly weak. As the warm water made it's way down my body helping clean everything away I thought about different positive things I've heard or been told in the past.

Once I was clean I stepped out of the shower almost slipping on the tiles. I wrapped my black towel around my body and walked towards my closet a little quicker than my previous pace. I looked over my different outfits and realised everything I have is a really dark colour so I sighed. I picked out a black bra and matching underwear before sliding on some black leggings with a grey baggy jumper and my grey converse then once again moving over to my mirror.

I applied my make-up and smiled into the mirror. I looked happy, not like a girl who's broken, I look like a girl who was broken but is now on her way to being fixed.

I picked up my phone, headphones and bank card that my Nana Ruby gave me before pushing the chair out of the way of the door and stepping out of my room for the first time in three days.

I walked into the living room and stood in the doorway. Joann, Trish and Alfie were all sat watching tele but not really watching it, they all looked just like I did. Broken. I let out a small cough causing the three to turn their head's to me with shocked and confused gazes.

"T, I, Erm" Trish stuttered "How are you?" Joann asked quietly "What are you doing?" Alfie asked. "I'm sick of being broken" I shrugged before walking out without any further words ready to start my process of being fixed.