Sinking

That's final. I've cried out all my tears. I've bawled until I I've run my eyes dry. I don't like letting anyone see myself like this, huddled into a corner, flinching when he raises his hand above his head, and then look at me- with those cold, once warm hearted, eyes that you could've found comfort in. Now his eyes were slits, pointing out every flaw and slurring his words, drinking alcohol in the afternoons, never coming home until late at night. It's my fault. I let it get like this. I should've saved it somehow. But now, we're all drowning in the deep-end. I need air. I'm drowning. Hazel Sinclair has been enduring the pain. Her 15 year old cancertastic brother, whose lungs sucked at being lungs, her distancing mother, and her abusive father-in-law, who had recently been swinging off his hinges for the last couple of years. She walks into public like there's nothing wrong, emotionless, like a beautiful, porcelain, doll. Reality, she's made of of glass. Struggling to keep her brother's outstanding hospital bill's paid, and her hidden scar's always covered, she keeps a straight, blank, face. It's mask of delusion. Nothing lasts forever. When Brayden Bridges comes crashing into her life, so unexpectedly, and so suddenly, so arrogant, so sinister, Hazel is shocked. Brayden, determined to knock down all her barriers, is in for a double take what's he's about to unbury. Will he fill up the whole in her heart- or will he make it worse?