yxeslady
PROLOGUE
The world, as I knew it, shattered on a Tuesday. Not with a bang, but with the chilling silence of absence. One moment, there was laughter echoing in the halls, the comforting scent of freshly baked bread, and the soft hum of a life brimming with promises. The next, a gaping chasm where foundations used to be, leaving me adrift in a silence so profound it felt like a scream. I was twelve, and suddenly, the grand tapestry of my childhood unraveled into loose, fraying threads. They say innocence is lost in moments, but for me, it was stripped away, leaving behind a stark landscape of self-preservation. From that day forward, I learned to stitch my own armor, thread by painful thread, not to hide, but to stand-unyielding and alone-against the world that had so cruelly reshaped me. They called it abandonment. I called it my awakening.