Broken But Still Sparkling

There's a story behind every person. There's a reason they are the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them. Aria is still grieving after her sister's painful death. When Zayn comes into Aria's life they immediately click, the only thing holding them back are lies, past drama and secrets.


1. Drowning In Grief


The car rumbled effortlessly along the slick road. The rhythm of the blasting music vibrated the car as we screamed and laughed retelling old stories and screaming the lyrics to the newest pop songs. Suddenly, amongst the echoes of laughter, a flash of brown fur came into view. A deer jolted in front of the car, its tan colored fur only a blur as snowflakes plummeted onto it’s back. My mom yelled in a high pitch tone and swerved quickly to the side of the road. I felt the tires screech against the slick road. The car slid on the ice, sending it straight off the road. I could feel my mom jam on the brakes trying to stop the car. My head jolted into the window, I heard the glass shatter. My head throbbed in pain, my vision slowly cascaded, I tried to scream but my words slurred together as I slowly blacked out. The last thing I heard was the yelp of my mom and the site of my sister lying motionless on top of the car.

I woke up the next morning, my vision groggy and dull. I turned my head, trying to make out where I was. Slowly, my vision sharpened and I could make out pale yellow walls plastered with health precautions and a window looking out on the city of London. Confused and weary, I gazed down and saw I was propped up on a hospital bed, fenced in with stuffed animals and cheesy “ Get Well Soon” cards. I squinted my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows in utter confusion. I tried to think back for clues and shards of evidence leading to the reason I was here at Fairground County Hospital. I put my head in my hands to feel a soft and puffy bandage stuck to my forehead. I closed my eyes and suddenly the memories came flooding back. I began to remember, we were driving home from the airport, outside it was dark and snowflakes were thundering down on the windshield. Suddenly, a deer jolted out in front of the car, my mom swerved off the road and we crashed into the dense woods. Thoughts suddenly began to fill my mind, I was overwhelmed, I began to cry and all I could do was scream in terror and fear. I heard a soft click as a young man, possibly the doctor walked in, my parents glumly trailing behind him. I looked up at my mum’s face, Her face was bright red and wet from tears, her eyes were glossy and seriously blood shot. I turned my head to look at my dad, I saw a loose tear escape his eye, and his chocolate brown eyes seemed fearful and sad.

            “She’s awake,” my mother softly muttered to my father. He nodded solemnly, his face still glum and tired.

            “Mom, Dad, w-what is g-going on?” I stuttered out, still deeply shocked and nervous.

            “Honey-“ my mom started as tears began to run down her now weathered face.

            “Mom-“ I started, “W-what is wrong?” I finished, confused and worried.


“Yesterday, you, your mother and Serena were in a severe car crash” my father started, his voice starting to shake. “ Serena was sitting next to mum and when the car crashed, Serena was slammed into the front windshield of the car and, and,” my father began to hyperventilate, he pushed out the last words, “and, Serena didn’t make it out alive,” my father whispered, barely audible.

I screamed, my vocal chords vibrating, in desperate hope this day would disappear into the vast distances of time, never to be looked upon again. Tears rushed down my face, pooling my face in salt water, drenching it with pain and sorrow. I sat on the stiff hospital bed for two hours, crying, gasping for breath as my mum and dad patted my back; trying to hold in the pain they carried. 

The next day I woke up with a sore, dry throat and tear stained face. I forced myself out of bed, dragging my bunny slippers across the ground. I opened the bathroom door, hoping I didn’t look as bad as I suspected. I stared at myself in the mirror; my wavy brown hair was frizzy and tangled in huge knots, my mascara was smudged and there were dark purple bags under my eyes. I looked at my cheeks, red and sticky from tears. I sighed, I looked worse than I suspected. Without further thought, I hopped into the shower to get ready for Serena’s funeral. 

Time Pass


“…She was a kind hearted girl that will remain in our hearts forevermore,” my mom finished, holding in tears. My stomach churned, it was my turn to speak next, and I walked up to the podium slowly, clutching my speech tight in my hands. I tried to block out the sounds of crying and whimpering in the background. I took a deep breath and started, “ To the outside world, we grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. Serena, my love for you is timeless, the memories we shared will stay in my heart forever. “ I finished, wiping stray tears from my eyes. I faked a smile and returned to the pew next to my mum and dad.

            “Aria, that was beautiful,” my mum whispered, cracking a small smile.

            “Thanks mum,” I whispered back, imitating the fake smile my family now possessed. 


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