Numb

"I was five when I was bought by that man," I drop my cloak as I speak.
Tattered pants and a shirt with it midriff torn off was all that cover me, "I fought because I was afraid to die all alone in that place, I held out hope that I would escape and find my sister."
Sophia's eyes were filled with horror as she stared at all my scars that told a story of pain, "the worst scars can't even be seen."
I sit back down as the others nod knowingly, everyone went quiet as if pondering what to say next, "if ye were one of da child fighters that would make ye a survivor of the storm wouldn't it?"
I lifted my eyes to stare at Casper through haunted eyes that made Sophia silently cry, "I was the storm."
Tactful silence ensued as I stood and wandered over to the fire staring into its depths remembering the terrified cries and begging voices, "how many times can you snap before you become irreparable?"

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I was supposed to break but I refuse. Slowly the sense of loss, despair and anger fade. As the emotion fades, why do I continue the fight? Why do I keep struggling.
A flash of light in the darkness to end it all, I step into the light but not even the light can chase away the darkness in my heart.