PROLOUGE: SONG FOR THE BROKEN

I AM THE BROKEN
I AM THE BRUISED
I AM THE POOR ONES
I HAVE BEEN USED

BARLOW GIRL: SONG FOR THE BROKEN

Smiling softly she tugged at her lank locks. As if she could ever be good enough. Closing her eyes she sighed, pretending, just for one moment she was worthy of him, imagining fore just one second she was deserved him. She started as she felt two strong arms wrap lightly around her waist. Wow I have a vivid imagination. She thought. She leaned into a muscled chest and a sigh of contentment escaped her before she opened her eyes, positive the illusion would fade back into her dreams. She was so sure if she would let her fantasy continue that she would go too far when the pain returned. She blinked slightly at the reflection and turned around running her fingers lightly across her angel's faceā€¦and then he was gone, drawing her deeper into the pain, pulling her farther into the blackness lurking in her heart.