PROLOGUE
"Don't touch me", the girl shouted. Her sobs of anguish filled the dark room and left their marks there.
He did not care about her. He did not care about anyone. He was a conceited fool who thought about nothing but himself. Even the poor girl's piercing cries did not soften his heart. He had destroyed her life, destroyed the life of everyone she loved. She loved her mother more than anything. Alas! She couldn't save her from his clutches. They had been marked for life!
Even now, after all these years, she still shivered when she recalled those horrifying moments. The wounds had healed but the scars remained. Things were better but life wasn't perfect. She still had all the proofs. Every night, she would look at them and curse herself for whatever had happened.
She believed that everything was her fault. She believed that things were beyond repair. She was broken. Alas! She did not realize that broken crayons still color.
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Eternity
Teen FictionThe thing with broken clocks is you can always tell exactly when they stopped ticking. With people, it isn't so easy..... and sometimes, you can't even tell they're broken. Rachel believes that her condition is beyond repair but she doesn't know yet...
