Broken Crystals

When Crystal collapses in the middle of the road after another beating, headlights are the last thing she sees. She wakes up in a strange house, surrounded by five strange boys. She refuses to relax around them or be herself. But can the one Irish boy with the beautiful blue eyes show her what it means to be loved and fix her cracks?

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Crystal's POV

 

Hot tears tumble down my cheeks and my mind flashes with images and memories. Sobbing, I pull my engagement ring from my finger and throw it as hard as I can muster to the other side of the room. I watch it fall to the floor and glint in the light. My chest hurts with every breath and tears cloud my vision. I was steaming with anger and sadness, eventually landing up in the bathroom. I turn the taps on the bath and watch it slowly rise with water. I grab a tissue and wipe my face, pulling my messy hair away from my face. I slip off my shoes and clothes, gently lower myself into the scoulding hot water. I dip my head beneath the water and let out the largest scream possible. I close my eyes against the murkiness of the water and images of my mum come to mind. We were in the park, playing with my childhood bestfriend. Our mothers were walking side by side along the path, chatting aimlessly and laughing every now again. I remember seeing a little girl, no older than me and my friend, sitting on a bench with her head in her hands. We ventured over to her and asked if she was okay. She didn't respond and I gently touched her shoulder. The girl then lifted her head to look at us and she said that we should leave her alone. My friend, Lily, asked her why and she just stared me dead in the eye. I remember thinking how could someone's gaze scare me like that. 

"Because the monsters will come for you too." 

 

I sit up, water falling from my face as I gasp for air in a panic. I wipe my eyes and sit in the water for several minutes, staring at the ends of my feet. 

I hadn't thought about that day for a long long time. I'd pushed it to the back of my memory as I grew up; never wanting to remember that girl's eyes again.

 

 

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