Broken (short story)

My mind screamed for my body to shut down! But my heart shouted for me to fight! "Fight! Don't you dare give up!!! FIGHT!" my heart screamed with such authority I had no choice but to listen. Two or so weeks had passed and I began to feel in a daze.... there was nothing but sadness lurking around every corner waiting to grab me at the first sign of weakness.... at the first sign that I was truly alone... I was dying for air! Swimming and swimming until I thought I found a way out but my hand touched something cold... my brain recognized it as ice... there was no way out I realized. I released my last source of air and let the bubbles pool around my sinking body as I slowly drifted toward the bottom of the freezing sea... my sadness had finally caught up with me and grabbed me... pulling me under into the depths of the cold icy water.

"It's not so bad..." My mind began to trail off as I began to lie to myself trying anything to make this wave of depression go away! But it wouldn't and I found myself counting the pieces of my heart, there once was a heart... a big heart so full of life and beating so happily... it was soon torn into unrecognizable shreds! Just pieces... so small... so tiny... so fragile... yet each one beat of out of rhythm.

It wasn't long before the wave of depression was so huge I didn't think I could survive! "It's OK... its not so bad." I lied to myself and I began to believe it! But what was so amazing was that such a dysfunctional friendship we call a family band together and became one huge family... looking for the missing pieces and gently sewing them back in place... each leaving their own mark... some weren't in the right spots but the heart began to beat happily once more! With life and love and... and... so much freedom! There was laughter from that heart... laughter... actual real laughter and the family who was so dysfunctional stayed together... when someone has a rough spot or is going through a rough time... our family... our small circle of friends banned together and stitched the heart up... it didn't look brand new like some might instead there were stitch marks and names and faces of who was there... and who would always be there.... there was no more brokenness... instead there was love

So much love... that the heart wasn't broken anymore.