I wipe the sweat off my forehead sighing loudly before digging the soil and placing it in the small pot. The sun was shining brightly making my throat itch in thirst , my stomach grumbled asking to be fed and my bones felt weak begging me for a rest. But I and they , we both knew that it was not going to happen.
I didn't had anything left in me , nor my liveliness , nor my happiness , nor my virtue , nor my innocence . . . all I was left is a broken girl who can't fight for herself. She's too weak to go against the monsters and face them , she's too scared to fight the monsters knowing they would hurt her. I hated this broken girl but the truth was I couldn't do anything to change it .
Its been one week of that night where I nearly got raped because of my disgusting husband but he did
