How to Love a Broken Soul

She's mad.

Mad at everything that makes her upset.

Mad at everything that she hates.

Mad at the world for being so vast.

Mad at the people who talk about their God.

Mad at the people who would never understand.

Mad at the circumstances that doesn't go her way.

Mad at the guy who toyed her heart and ran.

Mad at the old man who kissed her purity away.

Mad at her obnoxiousness for knowing nothing.

Mad at the sound of everything that's breaking.

And she's mad everytime

Because she can hear her insides breaking.

"Van." Her eyes were filled with tears. Her retouched make up smeared all over face. "He's here." She whispered, her voice trembling, her body shaking, as if the memory that crossed her mind is currently playing live inside her head.

"He's going to take me away.. He's going to rip me apart... Again..." Paranoia flashed her face, her knees fell on the floor. Her panic attack taking over her breathing.

"Van.. I can hear people breaking bones near here . Make them stop.." She raised her hands on her ears. She closed her eyes, she's completely in another world.

I kneeled down on the floor next to her. I ignored everybody whose watching us and ignored everybody who laughed at her and called her 'episodes' scary. All these insensitivity around me is mad enough. I don't care about people who don't care.

"Shhh.." I slowly gave her a pat on the back, trying my best to calm her down and to lessen her panic. "It's okay. It's alright. You're going to be fine. You're good. " I told her as I stroked her back until she can normally breath again.

"But Van.. He will..." I shushed her and told her to speak less.

"It's going to be alright. He's not here. I'm the one who's here. You're safe. Nothing's gonna hurt you." I continued saying those words repeatedly until she completely calmed down. I ushered her to stand up, wiped her face with a wipes and fixed her hair.

"I love you, Van." She was slowly leaving her transity and was going back to reality.

"I love you too." I smiled at her and picked up her things on the floor.

"Holy shit! Why the fuck are you carrying my things!?!? I told you I don't want you holding any of my property!!" She screamed hysterically at me. She's completely aware now and she's getting mad at me again.

"I love you." I handed her her things. She hastily grab them away from my had and rolled her eyes on me. She's mad again.

Mad at me because I love her.

Mad at herself because she's too broken to love me.

"Let's go. We're late." She started walking away from me. I followed her and held her hand. And we kept walking just like that.

By the way, my name is Patrick.

//3rd