Story - Part 2: Shattered

Bits and pieces everywhere. It is shattered. Again.

Ouch.

Her tired and tormented mind plus her shattered heart together with her broken soul was driving her to the edge.

"How do I stop feeling? Stop. Please, stop. I can't take this anymore."

One wrong decision. Just one wrong move and it started a chain of events.

Didn't D told her to stop before it's too late? People told her it's wrong. Yet she was too stubborn for her own good and refused to listen to them.

"I will have to live with this for the rest of my life."

"Hypocrite. Dirty. Destroyer." 

There it is again. The accusations that has plunged her mind and soul into the deepest, darkest hole one can only imagine it to be.

She has to stop it. To do that, she has to make amends. Make things right.

The blade lay on her wooden work table in front of her. Shiny. Sharp. Deadly.

She picked it up...

......

"The weather is so hot today!" that's the first thing D said when they met for lunch. "Why are you in long sleeve shirt? Are you feeling alright?" D asked. She smiled and nodded. "Don't you feel hot at all? Goodness!" D exclaimed. She gave another smile and shook her head. Nothing can stop the relief coursing through her whole body. The accusations were gone. She had made amends. Everything was right again.

......

"Hypocrite. Dirty. Destroyer."

"I made amends yesterday! I am supposed to be free!"

"You can never be free! No amendments you make will be enough! You are a whore!"

"Stop! Please, stop! I didn't mean for it to happen this like. I didn't!"

"Think whatever you want. But the truth remains. It is all your fault!"

"No, no, no. No more. No. Stop. I wanted to say no, but-"

"No buts! There are no excuses for your actions! You will go to hell for this! Hypocrite! Destroyer! Whore!"

She lunged for her pencil box that was on the wooden work table. The blade is in there. She has to make amends to stop all these.

......

"Hello."

"Hi."

He stretched out his hand. She took it. A firm handshake. A lingering glance.

"I am your tutor. Let's get started!"

"Okay."

"You are a very lovely girl. Any boyfriends?"

"Um.. Thanks. No, I don't. Never dated before."

"Really? A lovely girl like you is a catch. I would date you if I could."

She laughs shyly, feeling oddly good about herself. It is not very often a guy gives her compliments.

"How about we meet up for tea tomorrow after your class? I know this place that is really good."

"Okay, sure!"

She was so excited about being asked out on a date that she neglected to think about the fact that he isn't all that available and the consequences of her action.

All she cared about is finally being noticed by her a guy.

......

Shattered and broken glass were everywhere. The pieces were gleaming under the white light. She walked towards it and stopped when she reached it.

A sudden pain in her chest brought her to her knees. She cried out. Then she realised her heart was gone and she looked at the gleaming pieces in front of her.

"No... This-this is my heart? But-but... It's broken! No! I need my heart!"

She frantically tried to piece it together again. But it was too shattered. She cut her fingers while trying to piece back her shattered and broken heart. Blood began to flow. 

Now, all she can see is red. It is consuming her. The pain on her hand, her chest. The emptiness. The darkness. 

Something crashed open and she can hear the sound of running footsteps.

Someone is calling her. 

"It's okay. I have made amends. I am free now."

"Have you really? I don't think so..."

......

To be continued...

My dearest readers, sorry for the long wait! My most sincere apologies! Hope you enjoy reading!