Shattered

The First Crack

    Nothing ever stays together. That's life. Life is like a vase it can so easily be broken, you can shatter anything when you want to. Being shattered feels like a pinch, something so quick and painless. Of course, people can try and mend it, you can put the pieces of the vase back together in hopes to fix it. You could stay together for a little bit but the progressing thought of being broken again will eat at you. It will bite and bite and bite till you crack again. You can do nothing about it, everyone breaks. Everything breaks. The most powerful things will eventually crack, they will shatter. Shatter like my home did. The feeling of betrayal would bite at me. I would continue to mend it I would try to mend it. I couldn't, its gone, my life it has ceased away from existence. The pieces are scattered about. Before this someone had almost found them all. They almost grasped the final piece to success. Alas they missed it was a dumb mistake something so minor. So tiny that not even a mouse would have known it. But everything had to be perfect and reformed for the man nothing could be out of place. Everything had to be perfect. It was the way he liked it, and nothing could help his constant need for perfection. It was something about him. "He was the one who caused it and he would be the one who ends with it.", "He caused the pain, the lies, the misery. He treated his citizens like peasants even though they were so much more.".

Everything broken starts off with something minor, a black root, the root expands till everything explodes leaving the pieces left to rot.

Authors Note: Thanks for reading this trash prologue if you decide to stick around for part one then it should be coming soon. Thank You. :3