Everyone could see through her bravado. The way she walked was different, as though something was missing, and that's because something was. A part of herself was gone, perished in the cross fire to the point of no return. a part of her had been destroyed.She'd tried to hold on to it, to keep it together but with each knock her walls got weaker. She was crumbling slowly and no amount of "It's okay" and "You're better than that" could save her now.
The hurt was all just too much, she had been drained of all emotion.
She sat staring at the white wash wall. No tears flowed down her face, no screams gurgled in her coarse throat. She felt empty. She wanted so much to just cry, to hurt, to feel again but nothing came out. Instead she sat staring blankly into space whilst feeling her heart break into a thousand pieces.
