She left that night. And no one had thought she had it in her.
Days after days, years after years with lies, threats and fear. They didn't know, they said. That it was so bad. They thought she handled it, they said. His strange way of being. Because they had seen a bit. But done nothing.
She had beat the fear. I had to happen. To save herself.
Like a bird with broken wings she had crawled out the door. With nothing. Nothing but a tiny feeling of self value. Because she was not completely broken. She still had a tiny belief in herself. That she was worth something better. That she was worth not being stepped on. She clinched to that feeling of never giving up, of not to break. And finally she dared to say yes to herself.
She took the chance of failing and thought at least it could not get worse than what she had been through. She decided that she would not break even when she felt entirely and completely broken.
She could heal. She could smile. She decided, yes, she was unbroken. She could feel happy again.
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1-30 April 2015 I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge.My theme for the challenge is Happiness. I hope you enjoy coming along.