Stricken With Blood

When life shoots you with a bullet once and you make it out alive, you start building a bulletproof jacket around your heart. One that can restrain anyone or anything from breaking you into millions of tiny little pieces easily. Every time life shoots you with a bullet and you come out unharmed your bulletproof jacket becomes that much stronger. It keeps getting stronger and stronger and stronger until the point where nothing can even scratch it. However, everything has a weakness no matter how strong it is and my bulletproof jacket wasn't an exception. It had a weakness. Him.

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"Why? Why are you doing this?! Why are you being so hard headed and stubborn about this?", I shouted with tears streaming down my face. My eyes were basically swollen shut from how hard I was trying to control the onslaught of tears.

"I'm being hard headed? Try being in my shoes even for a day and you'll know! You'll know what it's like to hate your family. You'll know what it's like when your past cages you in a prison where there is no trust and not an ounce of love. You'll know how it feels when you're incapable of loving anyone or anything. You'll know how much it scares me at the way my heart beats every time you're even in the same room as me. Your mere thought sends my heart into a frenzy. Just a glance from you makes it beat so hard that I swear someday it'll literally beat out of my chest to get to you. You'll know how it feels to keep thinking that all this, is just an illusion and in the end, you will leave too just like everyone else and I'll be left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart once again!!", she screamed back, not allowing the unshed tears in her beautiful brown eyes to flow.

She was the only one that could make me cry like this. Who could make me feel like I was a baby constantly in need of attention. I craved her attention. Every time she cried, my heart broke a little with every teardrop that rolled down her cheek. To me, her smile was more important than breathing. But, she was too afraid. Too scared to let me in but I will keep trying till the day I die.