My walls have always been built up to never be brought back down. They keep me from trusting someone fully so I can't get hurt. But then again, what are walls for? Mine are to keep me from feeling the same pain that feels like it's slowly killing me, and keeps me from being hurt when someone leaves me once again. I have already lost one person that is dear to me and one that was dear to me. But then again, can you break what is already broken? Does every broken really have its own okay? Read to find out why this girl, Fay, is to afraid to let anyone in, especially her father and step brothers. Authors note: I had written this story 4 years ago when my writing skills were not too good. Might re-edit to better quality.