Don’t Try To Fix Me, I’m Not Broken

Disclaimer: Bionicle © Lego;

‘Hello’ © Evanescence;

Arya and Nina © NicoleToaofPowerScream (me)

Kaylani and Shruikan © SayaMoonshadow

Playground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play again

Eight-year-old Arya Mahi sat on the swing at the local schoolyard. She didn’t swing. She just…sat there. A sad expression set into her delicate features. Warm, salty tears, slipped silently down her pale face. Her long dark brown hair fell down in waves, just past her shoulders, obscuring her face. Had anyone bent down and looked into her amethyst-hued eyes, they would have seen the pain and torment beyond anything a girl her age should ever know. Had they looked at her appearance, they would’ve seen the purple bruise plastered on her left cheek, she was trying so desperately to conceal. They would’ve seen the bruises that her Father had left on her when he hit her during one of his drunken rages the night before.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello I am your mind giving you someone to talk to

Hello

Arya didn’t know why her Father beat her. He was usually wasted, and he cried a lot when he thought no one was watching. He brought women home a lot. Sometimes he just stayed out all night long. And sometimes his ‘drinking buddies’ came to their house. Arya didn’t like them at all. She shivered and choked back a sob as she remembered one night when one of the men came into her room. He had touched her in places she remembered her Auntie Nina telling her were ‘private places that other people shouldn’t touch’. She had told the man this, but he didn’t listen. When she had told Daddy, he didn’t believe her, and thought she was lying to get attention. Her Father was a Toa. A Toa of Fire, to be precise. His name was Lhikan Mahi.

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Arya remembered the day that Uncle Shruikan and Auntie Nina died. That was when her Father started to neglect her to an extent. But then Miss Kaylani died when Arya was five. She was supposed to marry Daddy the next day, and become Arya’s Mommy. Everything went downhill from there. Daddy seemed to blame her for Kaylani’s death. Arya didn’t know why, but it was just the impression she got.

“Arya?”

Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken

Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

Don't cry

Arya glanced up to see Vakama, a Ta-Matoran mask-maker in training. He lived up the street from Arya. Her Daddy loved Vakama. It was always, “Why can’t you be more like Vakama?” or “You should let Vakama tutor you so you can be smart, like he is.” Things like that.

The sixteen-year-old smiled at her. “Well, okay if you say so.” He ruffled her hair. “Cheer up a little, kiddo. I don’t like to see you sad.”

Arya forced a small smile. Still, Vakama was really kind.

“Tell Toa Lhikan I said hi!” Vakama called to her as he jogged over to his friends.

‘What does he have that I don’t?’ Arya thought, watching the elder carefully. Arya sighed and leaned back into the swing, pumping herself to full height and momentum.

‘If I could have one wish,…I would wish that my daddy loved me.’ She thought.

“Yeah,” Arya whispered, feeling the wind rush through her hair. “I wish that my daddy loved me...”

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello I'm still here

All that's left of yesterday

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Poor Arya... :(