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Broken GlassIt's like I'm made of glass. Broken glass, because you destroyed me a long time ago. Each time I think I've managed to rebuild myself, and put up a cold impenetrable barrier, you smash into it and shatter my illusion of safety.Broken Glass by WintersEdge476
You knock me down again and again.
Each time you say it won't happen again, you say that you'll be different this time. But every time it's not you that's different, it's me. Each time I rebuild my glass barrier, it's me that freezes a little more inside, becoming more and more detached. And each time the shield gets obliterated the shards of glass get twisted further and further inside me. They burrow deep, cutting me open but I don't bleed. The blood stopped a long time ago. Instead the wounds burn, shredding me up inside.
On the outside, the glass appears shiny and bright, reflecting whatever the observer expects to see. The scars and wounds cannot be seen. No, they are hidden far inside, invisible to everyone else but you.
I hold my wrists out to you, the on
A Place Where I Grew UpA Place Where I Grew UpA Place Where I Grew Up by WintersEdge476
I am eleven years old.
I move slowly through the dark hall, pausing as a floorboard creaks. After a moment I continue forwards, to the foot of the stairs. Light spills down from the upstairs landing. Through the closed door of my brother's bedroom, I hear raised voices. Loud, angry words. There is a thud.
"Don't you dare hit me!" My Father. I can hear the hurt mingled with the anger.
"Stop!" My mother shrieks, fear and desperation ringing in her words. Her face is pink and tearstained, blue eyes bloodshot. It is the look she always wears when my brother becomes violent. I have become familiar with it over the past year.
"Just shut up! And get the hell out of my bedroom!" He snarls, and flings the bedroom door open. He is just sixteen years old, already as tall as my father. People often tell me I look like him, but seeing his face now, I can't see the resemblance: rage has distorted his features until he is almost unrecognisable.
I back away hurriedly, fading ba