The Dutch girl

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair

When I was 7, I got my heart broken for the first time. One slap and there I was, lying on the ground, my heart torn in pieces barely beating my chest. Well, that is what it felt like. My hero's betrayed me and from that day on, I trusted no one.

When I was 15, I made a mistake. I thought I deserved to love. Well, once a fool, always a fool. The boy I put my trust in broke my heart again. Now, since the age of 7, the thing in my chest was damaged. But on my fifteenth it became weak too.

So I made a the final decision. I would choose myself. Me and my broken self packed a bag, and filled it with the little I had. I took all the kicks and the blows for too long. I left my parents and my life behind. Heck, you can't even call it a life. It was a fucking hell. I decided to leave the Netherlands for good and take myself to the big, bad, scary America. It would be my 'big escape'. So, here I am. A lonely girl, all alone in life. Without a heart to hold on to.