When I have a huge inspiration, I can write.
Today this is a monologue for my tale.
"I can still clearly remember the moment when Eloise was born. It was when my alcoholic father killed my mother, he was my first victim. I was broken when he raped me for the first time but his action towards my mother was something unforgettable.
I'm not the one who comes taking lives for no reason. There is always a reason.
All of them hurt. Once. They didn't know what being broken into a million pieces means. They were behind the glass unable to look through it.
And then I met him and him. My heart was embraced in a pure love. And then it was broken again, split into the little pieces.
And then he dragged me out of the mud of the shadow of mine. I've found a friend in him. He was so devastated in and out. Funny is that he never was talking about his life out there. But I can feel the broken soul even in the thousand miles distance.
He took my hand and taught me to belief. Together we broke it. Because I started to believe in myself again."
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