Broken Girl

The Broken Girl

Emily sat by the window, watching the rain slide down the glass. She traced the drops with her finger, feeling as heavy as the gloomy weather outside. Her room, once full of color and happiness, now felt cold and empty. Emily didn’t know when it started, but over time, she had become a broken girl.

Things weren’t always this way. Emily used to be the light of her parents’ lives. Her mom would spin her around in the kitchen, laughing as Emily giggled. Her dad would read her bedtime stories with his warm, calming voice. But then the arguments began.

At first, Emily didn’t understand. She was just a little girl watching her parents fight more and more, the conflicts getting more often. Her mom stopped smiling, and her dad didn’t spend time with her anymore. They seemed to forget about her, too busy yelling at each other. Emily started to stay quiet and out of the way, hoping they wouldn’t notice her.

The school wasn’t much better. Emily was the quiet girl who sat by herself at lunch. Other kids played and laughed, but no one invited her to join. She watched from a distance, wishing she could be part of their fun. Instead, she felt alone, like she didn’t belong anywhere.

One snowy afternoon, Emily sat by the window, staring at the falling snowflakes. Her parents were arguing again. Her dad’s voice was loud and angry, while her mom sounded sad and tired. Emily didn’t want to listen, but she couldn’t block out their voices. The fight ended when her dad left the house, slamming the door behind him.

That day, Emily felt something inside her break. She didn’t smile as much anymore. The girl who loved to laugh and dream was gone. Emily felt like a piece of glass with too many cracks, ready to shatter.

But even with all the pain, Emily still had a tiny hope. It was small, like a candle in the dark, but it was there. She believed that one day, she might feel happy again. Maybe she could fix the cracks inside her, even if it took a long time.

Emily didn’t know when or how, but she decided not to give up. Broken things can be mended, and sometimes, they come back even stronger. Deep down, she knew her story wasn’t over yet.