How to Fix a Broken Girl

How to Fix a Broken Girl

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 164
  • WpVote
    Votos 4
  • WpPart
    Partes 3
WpMetadataReadContinúa16m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, ago 25, 2014
I met a broken girl back in kindergarten. She had bruises peppering her skin that should have been so perfect. Her hair was wild, and I soon found out that those golden, curly locks were an exact reflection of her soul: wild. Free. That was when I had dinosaur bandaids on both my knees. I can't remember what happened for me to need those bandages, but I do know that it was the direct result of some youthful ignorance, and I had a hell of a time creating those injuries. I didn't know she was broken when I met her. All I knew was that her name was Lauren, and she looked a lot like a lion with her hair. She had a musical laugh when I pushed her really high on the swings. She liked the PowerPuff Girls (her lunchbox was Buttercup's face, apparently her favorite), and we always talked about whether the Red PowerRanger or Blossom would win in a fight to the death (she was adamant that Blossom had it. I wasn't convinced.) I met a broken girl back in kindergarten. And she was my best friend. I made a pinky promise with Lauren back then. I told her we'd be best friends forever, and I was real serious about it because pinky promises were for forever. Infinite. But it's hard to conceptualize infinity when everything ends.
Todos los derechos reservados
#553
narrative
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • If No One Else
  • I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy
  • My Teddy
  • THE HYBRID
  • brOKen {Discontinued}
  • A Poet's Secret
  • Invisible sunflower
  • Saving The Broken
  • Black Heart (GirlxGirl, lesbian)

𝟏𝟖+| I was said to be 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞... 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard. It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him... He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world. Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending. "...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," --------------------------- Partying. That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera. He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night. They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together. The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore. They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love. If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out. ----

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido