The war had ended, but the war within my own home was just beginning. I returned to our house, hoping for a shred of peace, but instead, I found a nightmare. My mother—the one person who should have been my sanctuary—became my cruelest critic. She mocked my appearance and joined my brothers' wives in a chorus of humiliation. Their words were sharper than any blade.
I had a heart that only knew how to give, yet those I helped were the first to betray me. My own sisters, driven by a toxic jealousy, poisoned my reputation, turning the world against me. They wanted to see me broken, and they were succeeding.
Then came the third blow. My other brother—the only one left who showed me any kindness—passed away. My heart didn't just break; it shattered into a million pieces. Three times I had lost my pillars, three times I was left defenseless.
In my desperation to escape the hell of my family, I searched for love in the wrong places. I looked for a protector, a savior among men. But the world outside was just as dark as the world inside. Every hand I reached for only pushed me deeper into the abyss. Each relationship was a new scar, a new lesson in pain.
Is the world truly this dark, or is it just my cursed fate? I was a girl lost in a storm, wondering if there was any light left for someone as broken as me