"You think you want to die, but in reality you just want to be rescued."


1. Girl With The Broken Smile

Sophie's Point of View:

The polished blade glided across my cheek bone down to my chin. Blood trickled down my face to my mouth. I began to taste it in my mouth. I could feel my eye start to swell, from where he punched me. He suppressed an evil laugh. I was so weak. I was his punching bag. I let out a whimper, but his hand forcefully clamped down to my lips.

"Shut up, it will only make it worse," he enjoys to see me suffer. My uncle has always enjoyed it, since I was 11. It was like a sport for him. Why haven't I killed myself? I never have tried because ever since I was younger I held onto the fact that a prince charming would rescue me. I still believe it will happen, its the only thing I can hold onto.

 My uncle was about to dig the knife back into my flesh, but the doorbell rang. It saved me from more cuts. "Wait here," he grumbled, and walked to the door. When he came back, there were three other men with him, and a few packs of beer, "Get upstairs," he ordered me, I started to leave but he pulled onto my hair and dragged me back to him,"I will deal with you later," he vowed, the stench of alcohol and smoke burned my nose. Hopefully he will be so drunk he will forget to finish his beating to me. He always blamed me for my mother and father passing away. He said I needed to be punished for it, so that why I always got abused by him. I was too much money for him. I have no idea why even kept me around. It made no sense.

I ran away upstairs and slammed my door shut, and locked it. I was done with him for the night- I prayed he was done with me too. I was so tired, I dragged myself to my bathroom to clean up my cuts. Carefully dabbing each slice in my skin with a warm wet cloth. I cringed when the stinging started to develop.

"Hey there beautiful. What did that sick man do to you tonight?" Zayn's voice came from the window. He came almost every night to my window, ever since the street fair. Zayn could never enter my room though because the windows were barred. It all started when I was 12 it had been a year since my uncle was beating me. I tried to run away from him when he took me to the street fair, but I ran into Zayn. Zayn knew something was wrong, he could tell by the relationship I had with my crazy uncle. He found me when I was alone after our collision at the fair and got my address. Ever since, he appears at my window when ever I turn on my light.

It seems like such a crazy place to meet someone know that I think about it. The only people I know is my classmates. I try to stay as far away from them as possible though. I knew my uncle wouldn't like the idea of me hanging out at someones house. And never in a million years would I bring someone here.

"Nothing too bad, just a few battle scars," I sighed. He gestured for me to approach the window. The moonlight shined on my face, as he studied my cuts. His hand went through the bars on my window and clasped onto my cold fingers, "You are so strong. Too strong." he whispered, "One day though I'm going to get you out of this place." Zayn always told me he would find a way to save me from my uncle's home. I always hold onto the fact that he would. Yes, I hoped Zayn would become my prince. His dark, mysterious, personality.

I could tell Zayn felt frustrated with the fact he couldn't figure out a way to help me. He seemed like one of those people that could always figure something out. Zayn was my best friend. He knew me better than anyone. He knew when I lied. He knew when I was hurt. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. The weird thing is, I don't know anything about his outside life.

"Zayn?" I asked him, holding in tears. "Yes babe?" his sweet British accent lingered in the air. "When? When will you save me? I don't know if I can do this anymore." his face pressed against the bars. I could smell his sweet cologne. "I promise. I will do everything and anything I possibly can to save you as soon as I can. Hang in a little longer Soph. I promise." he reached his hand and wiped away the tears that began to fall down my face. "I promise." he mumbled again. I gave him a weak broken smile.

'Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay awhile. And she will be loved. And she will be loved. Tap on my window knock on my door, I wanna make you feel beautiful. I know I tend to get so insecure, it doesn't matter anymore.'


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