The beginning:
Her bare feet pound against the grassy path without any regard to the tiny sticks and stones digging in and tearing at her soft skin. In this moment, she felt the most alive. The most free. The most her. Well, at least the most a five year old could feel.
A wide grin was plastered across her face, threatening to tear it apart if she forces it any wider. The wind in her hair, the greenest of trees around her, the smell of pine cones, the pumping of adrenaline through her tiny body, this was freedom for her. This was life.
What she didn't know was that this feeling of hers wouldn't stay. This feeling would be ripped out of her heart and left to burn in front of her eyes as she stands helplessly watching. She would be thrown into situations far too great for her tiny shoulders and eventually she would suffocate under them. She would become bruised, empty, broken.
She would become torn.
-Icarus
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Torn
SachbücherWhat happens when a teenager is put through so much trauma that at the end all they can afford is to break? A story about a hapless girl wanting a hand to guide her out of a quicksand of pain, misery, guilt, and death. -Warning- There will be tons...
