Shattered Minds
He stood there, lurking in the shadows like the demons that haunt my mind.
"You're worthless," he spat at me as his eyes roamed my bruised body in disgust, "No-one will ever love you."
Even though the words hurt, I knew they were true. And that is what destroys me the most.
"Repeat it after me, brat," he sneered as he came closer, holding a knife.
I kept silent, frozen in fear of what's about to happen next.
"I said say it, bitch!" his voice was now loud enough to shake the entire cell.
But after I would not open my mouth, he brought the knife and plunged it into my leg. I cried out in pain but he did not stop. He took the knife right to my throat and began to press it in until - nothing.
I screamed.
I don't know when he began to join in with me. All I know is opening my teary eyes to see the same man lying beside me, barely breathing with his eyes completely blank and blood coming out of his mouth.
I didn't stop shaking, even after they rushed in to save the man I had somehow nearly killed. The tears fell almost as easily as I thew the man against the wall without lifting a finger. Now, I was alone, broken, beaten and starved. Yet somehow, the silence provided some comfort while I shivered in the cold.
"I'm worthless," I whisper in the dark as sleep comes to relieve the pain only for a few hours.
I had hoped to never wake up again but I learned long ago that there was no point in hoping.
I'm cursed, after all.
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Amala was a monster - or so they said when they threw her away like she nothing. It was written into skin that she did not deserve kindness or hope. She didn't deserve to live; she didn't deserve to die. And she believed them.
Until he found her.
He called her ‘mine’, picked up her broken pieces and loved her when no-one else would.
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