Novel & Cerita Book Broken Pieces

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

I deadpanned. A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I pulled the door shut, calling out through the crack, "If you can't afford a hotel room, feel free to keep using this one!" Serves them right. "Hey, Andriette! Where were you?" Adhaya yelled from down the hall, jogging over to catch up with me. "You said you were going to get your books. Where are they?" she asked, glancing at my empty hands.

The stinging pain made Claire open her eyes. When she moved her left hand, she winced as the pain intensified. She looked at the back of her hand to see what had happened, and her eyes widened in shock. Her knuckles were torn, and fresh blood was oozing out. She quickly stood up from the hard wooden floor to grab the first-aid kit. “How did my hand get hurt like this?” she muttered as she cleaned the wound with alcohol. The intense stinging brought tears to her eyes. Unable to bear the sight of the small tear in her skin, she looked away. But what she saw was the mirror hanging next to her wardrobe, shattered into pieces, with shards still embedded in the frame.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

Panic surged through me, my footsteps quickening as I stumbled into the disarray within. My home, my sanctuary, had been transformed into a nightmare. The living room was a sea of shattered glass, its shards glittering malevolently in the dim light. My favorite vintage records lay in ruins, their grooves now mangled. The scent of spilled wine and the acrid stench of broken memories lingered in the air. Tears welled up as I surveyed the wreckage. My cherished collection of books, collected over years of hunting through dusty old bookshops, was torn and strewn across the floor. The wooden shelves that had once held them proudly now sagged, defeated.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Contracts can always be broken. “Well, I have counted more than fifteen broken bones… Eleven of them being her ribs and both collar bones. Her entire left arm, upper and lower is fractured, and luckily, the upper came close to being a compound fracture but I have been able to get that mostly fixed… Her right humerus is fractured in two spots and I am working on accessing her neck and head right now.” Bart explained feeling Karen’s neck carefully. “I haven’t had a chance to look at her hands yet either…”