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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26. Purpose

Crystals POV

 

 

I look across at Niall as we sit on top of a huge branch on an oak tree. Niall had helped me up here when we ran off and no one had found us yet. I swing my legs and look down at the floor as a pair of kids run hand in hand along the path.
"What was your mother like, Crystal?" Niall asks, looking at me. His blue eyes were intense and I bite my lip.
"She... She was everything to me. I know everyone says they love their mums but... My mum was all I had. She was always there, always. I could tell her anything. She helped me through everything and always offered the best advice. I didn't get to see her all the time as she was always off on business trips. But when she was home she made up for it. When she got taken to hospital for the first time... I was terrified. To be honest, I wasn't scared for myself, I was scared for her. It horrified me to think of what she was going through and constant guilt coarsed through me because I couldn't be with her constantly or take away her pain. I wanted to... More than anything." Tears start to form at the thought of her warm eyes and bright smile. 
"She could light up a room by just being there. When she laughed everyone smiled too. I always aspired to be just like her. She worked with troubled kids that had no parents. She made them feel special, wanted and worth something. I wanted to be like that... I wanted to make a difference in the world. Even if it was only on a small scale like working with children. When she died, I felt lost. I didn't know what to do with myself. I had no purpose anymore." I tremble on the last bit, a single tear falling.
"You do have purpose," Niall murmurs from the other side of the branch. I shake my head and look at him.
"I don't," I deny, looking at my hands in my lap.
"You do, Crystal. You're here for a reason. You have purpose. Meaning." He meets my eyes and I'm about to reply before a scream erupts from somewhere deep in the forest and cuts my words off.  

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