Cliché Fantasy I

Love..— An illusion

Trust..— A fragile thing

Family..— A web of lies

Truth..— A betrayal

Warm memories of a happy, loving family shattered. They - the pillars that once held you aloft, crumbled unnoticed.

The only thing left were the broken pieces of glass from a distant memory - a distant nightmare.

That is until even those were forcefully shoved down your throat along with the bile that oozed from the wounds that bled your heart dry the moment you learned everything.

You, a fragile existence. A shattered being, completely broken and lost.Your persistence in living hell abruptly ended by an unwanted escape.

Then after the darkness, a new beginning. Unbound, unshackled.

Free.

'Now then, what are you gonna do?'