abbey holmes

Two Halves of a Cracked Heart

They came in the night. They destroyed my home. They took everything. The only thing I had left was the locket hidden beneath my torn bloodstained nightgown. Whose blood was it? Friend, foe or family? I shook my head brushing the thought away before it could consume me. It didn’t matter. I just had to keep running. I had no destination. No family left alive or any friends who could help. Everyone I knew was gone. They died in the raid for me. I escaped. I was broken, bleeding and bruised but I was alive. And hanging around my neck was the only thing that mattered.