Elara once lived a life filled with happiness. Her days were spent laughing with her siblings, racing through fields, and falling asleep to her mother's lullabies. In her early years, she knew only tenderness and warmth. She trusted easily, loved openly, and believed the world was kind. But everything changed when her mother's heart hardened. The gentle hands that once brushed her hair now struck her with violence. Elara, fiercely protective, took the beatings meant for her younger siblings.
With each blow, her innocence shattered a little more, but she never for once hated her mum, she had alot of bruises on her but kept accepting everything.
At school, the pain she carried inside her began to spill out. Elara built a wall no one could climb. She dressed in loose, rough clothes, moving like a shadow between the lockers. She became a tomboy - tough, distant, and always ready to fight. Teachers called her rude; classmates called her dangerous. But no one saw the girl still crying inside, the girl who once loved the world and was now trying desperately to survive it. Fighting became her language, anger her shield. Behind every punch she threw was a silent scream: a desperate attempt to keep herself from breaking completely