I'm not sure where to start this except for to say he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He had this way to draw you in like a magnet, like a moth to a flame. It was like I couldn't say no to him, even if I would have wanted to, even if it were to completely and utterly destroy me; And it did. He was the best and the worst thing to have ever have happened to me. My heaven and hell, my fire and ice, my life and death all at the same time. From a distance it looks like this great and novel worthy love story with a happy ending but it's just not, no matter how much I wish it were. I wanted something so different for myself, for my life to be so much more than it was. I had dreams, dreams as big as the sun, moon and all the stars in the night sky. I had plans. Plans that did not include black eyes, broken bones, and way too many bruises to count. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. To understand my story you need to understand me. My childhood, my mother, my family. You need to start at the beginning. MY beginning. MY story. How I became so broken.
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Broken
Non-FictionWhen you're broken in a million little pieces and you're trying but you can't hold on anymore. This is the story of my life. Of how it was no longer my own. How I went from a 20 year old girl living her best life to fearing for her life. This is my...
