Life was not good. Her mother had just committed suicide. Her father had taken it too far this time, and her mother couldn't handle it. Her fragile body already had more bruises and cuts than what it should have been able to withstand, and for a long time her mother had been just on the edge, and all it took was one last beating for her to snap, for her to lock herself in the bathroom and swallow those pills with the intention of never coming out unless it was to go into the ground. Her father became even more depressed, and with no one else to take his drunken anger out on he turned to her.
For months she let him beat her, feeling nothing besidebut numbness, not yet able to really comprehend the thought of her mother leaving her, of her mother abandoning her in this cruel world with her abusive, drunk father. After her mother committed suicide she stopped talking. She never spoke a word, not even when her best friend begged and pleaded with her, and not even when her father beat her mercilessly. She was silent, and she would not speak for anyone.
After a few months she started to feel it. She started to feel the pain. The numbness that she had felt after her mother was gone started to wear off and she started to feel the crushing sorrow, the grief, and the harsh blows of her intoxicated father. She had nothing left. Her friend didn't want to give up on her, but she knew that her friend would understand, that her friend would realize that even with her support it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to release her from her grief. So on a dark and cold night the girl attempted to commit suicide. Her friend found her half dead with a knife still in hand. She immediately brought her to the hospital, and managed to save her.
Now, imagine the surprise and horror on the girl's face when she wakes up, hoping to be far away from her miserable life in the afterlife, and she realizes that she is in fact not dead, and still very much alive in the local hospital, her friend looking down on her worriedly, and her father looking down on her with fury in his eyes. When the girl got home that night (due to her father's order that she be released from the hospital right away), she was beat within an inch of her life. Her father was furious, and drunk.
The next night when she finally woke up, she immediately left, and went to her friend's house. There she greeted with a surprise. Standing in the doorway was a young man, a few years older, her friend's older brother, probably home from collage on a vacation or something. When he saw the state she was in, he was shocked to say the least, and yet at the same time the girl thought that she saw a hint of fury in his eyes. He was angry, but with who? The girl stayed in her friend's home, hardly eating anything, and still refusing to speak, until he came.
He came along and managed to worm his way through the cracks of her broken heart, right to core where he slowly, but surely started to peace back together the tiny shards. He got her speak again, but only to him. They shared secrets and jokes. The girl tried speaking to other people, she tried but it wasn't as easy as it should be, and yet at that moment she was realizing something. She was starting to realize exactly why it was so easy to speak to him, when it was so hard to speak with others. She was starting to realize her feelings for him, and those feelings were scary. She was scared of them, or rather she was scared of feeling them, of basking in the warmth and pleasure of them, and then having them ripped away from her. S
he was afraid of letting him into her heart, but it was futile. That fight was done long before it even started. He had stolen her heart the very moment that she saw him standing in the doorway. So when next they met the girl prepared herself to tell him. She took in a deep breath and looked him in eye, and just as she was about to say her true feelings, he interrupted, saying the words that he had been whispering to her for weeks, now out loud.
"You're not alone," and with those three words, the girl flung her self at the man, and wrapped her arms around his waist, whispering, "I love you," and getting the satisfying response of, "I love you too.
