Flash Fiction: Hurt

It hurt so much.

It all started with so much pressure on me, pressure that crushed me from all sides.

The pressure molded me, built me up into what I am now, but at the heavy cost of my identity.

Then I was brought out into the light, rid of the darkness and pressure; but I found only momentary peace.

I was broken, cut, scratched and polished all over, inducing excruciating pain, and then it was done.

It hurts so much becoming a shining diamond.

Word Count: 85


Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge “Hurt”

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