Fix Me, I'm Broken
Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply.
It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other.
This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me.
This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me.
But when the New Boy in town tries
to fix me, everything will change.
Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell.
Eight Months Later
It's been almost eight months since Nikki went into a deep sleep.
I have never left her side. I watched her belly grow every day until she went into labor.
Since she's a shifter, she gave birth to a baby boy and a baby girl in only six months. She had to have a C-sect……