Shattered

Angelica's P.O.V-

"NO!" I screamed again backing up slowly. I was not going to open up, I refuse to tell my shameful past. It's too gory and disgusting.

"No..." I said quieter, still backing up until my back hit a wall. I slid down and stared blankly at a wall in front of me. The memories flashed and with each flash I'd curl up even more. I can't tell them, they'll send me away for sure! I kept thinking whilst rocking myself back and forth.

"Big sis... Please!" Little Liam begged. I looked up at him. He had glossy eyes and he was trying to get closer. I shook my head fiercely and shrank, hoping to run away from the world.

"Angel... You must, you're dying" Harry spoke softly from beside Little Liam. His eyes were glossy too. That's when I remembered. I should be taking care of those boys, not the other way around. I stood up and wiped my tears away violently, almost slapping myself. I breathed in deeply, held my head high and walked towards the kitchen to start making dinner.

God, if you're listening, please help me stay strong and fight off those horrible memories... I prayed in my head, wishing that his face would just go away and leave me alone forever. But that wouldn't happen, because you can't erase the past, you can forget it, but it'll always come back at some point, whether you're ready or not.

"Angel" Harry's voice called from behind me.

"Yeah? Oh sorry! What would you guys like? Pasta? Lasagna? Pizza?" I listed a thousand more dishes until a hand caught mine and made me let go of the spoon I was holding. I looked down, staring blankly at my shoes. I can't talk, I just can't. Remember when I said that no one has cared before? It's true, people that knew the story looked at me disgusted and ashamed. I felt even worse when a mother or father would tell their kids to not look at me.

I remember once a little girl disobeyed her parents, ran to the side of the street I was and hugged me. I hugged back, shocked, and crying. She kissed my cheek and told me to stay strong. I had only nodded and smiled weakly. She wandered back to her parents who sighed and kept walking. I felt a bit stronger that day, but that soon changed when my routine began all over again.

"Please, talk to us..." Harry pleaded. I shook my head and began cooking again. I was making tomato soup, the warmness of soups usually calms me down.

"I can't... No ones has ever cared before, I don't know how to tell you guys..." I sniffed. God, why do I feel so pathetic?!

'Tell them...' I heard a faint voice say. I turned around but no one was there, and it couldn't be Little Liam's voice, it was too soft and manly.

'Tell them, my child!' This time the voice was a bit louder but it was still soft and strong at the same time.

God? I questioned in my head. 'Tell them as if it were a story...' I heard the voice say. I nodded subconsciously. I took a deep breathe and faced the boys. They were all sitting on the counter, staring at me with worried expressions. I can't take that anymore, it feels wrong.

"What do you guys want to know?" I asked turning back to stare at the tomatoes in front of me.

"Will you tell us your whole story, please?" Harry asked a bit hesitant. I nodded a bit, chewing on my lower lip.

"You'll run away if I did..." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Memories started flashing again and a single tear fell, trailing my cheeks and my jaw. I wiped it away.

"No, we won't, we promise" Louis said. He was now standing beside me, a comforting hand on my left shoulder. I nodded and walked to the living room.

"Sit down children, moma's going to tell a story" I began, smiling slightly. That's how my mother used to start a story.

"Once upon a time..."

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