Here I Am Once Again Torn Into Pieces Novels & Stories

Let’s part ways. How easy it was for her, it’s better for us, “how is this better?” I muttered bitterly, banging my head against the dashboard. I screamed, “how am I better now?” My hand repeatedly struck the same spot, and I managed to land a punch on the music system, watching it shatter into pieces. It offered a fleeting sense of relief, although it’s pieces could be fixed, unlike my heart. Each splinter within my body throbbed with pain as I breathed, serving as a constant reminder of the breaths I wasted, and the fact that I should have been long dead.

Maybe I still want to believe them. Maybe I’m still that stupid girl who thought he could protect the broken pieces I gave no one else. And now? Now I don’t even know if he’s the reason I’m still holding the pieces… or the one who shattered them in the first place. What the hell is happening to me?

They looked in through the window. I was puzzled, indignant, and aggrieved. I felt naked as I underwent mental torture before all those people.

It tore from me like a raw thing. I shouted again, the sound shattering my heart all over again, bouncing back off the wall to mock me with no answers. My knees hit the scorched ground, the heat seeping through my trousers. My hands braced on the blackened floor, shaking, blood dripping into the ash until it soaked in. Zane’s voice was a broken snarl in my head. We can’t lose her. We can’t. Not her. Not again. I pressed my forehead against the stone, more soot smearing across my skin. My whole body trembled from the sheer force of holding myself together when everything inside me was coming apart.

This can’t be the end. I picked something up and tossed it then I picked up another one. I shook my head vigorously, burrowing my hands into the scattered jewels. “No. No. No. Please. Please there bad to be something here. There was to be. I got to kill him. I have to till him before he kills me. I can’t … I can’t like this anymore!!!” I yell into the emptiness, my face covered in tears. For the first time since I came here, I felt utterly hopeless. In my frenzied search for God knows what, I ingrained my fist to into something hard. “Ahhhh!!” I screamed as I felt my finger bone crack. I pulled my hand from the pile of things, blood dripped on the floor and on my clothes.

"I want you to think about her while you finish. Think about her face when she finds out. Because she will..." My back hit the wall outside the shack. I didn't remember stepping away. My hands were shaking. My chest was too tight. “You're so much better than she ever was.Oh fuck,Lyria! Let me come in your mouth!” My legs turned and started walking back towards the market…as I walked, I felt something crack open inside my chest—something I'd thought was already broken beyond repair. Turns out, there were still pieces left to shatter.

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

Stripped bare of all light, all joy, all hope. Not again, I thought desperately, a silent plea to my own failing spirit, dragging my hands through my meticulously styled hair, dislodging the silver pins, pulling at the soft curls. You don’t get to fall apart again, Ava. You already broke once. You can’t afford another crack, another splinter. But it was too late. The dam had already burst. The fragile containment I had maintained throughout the endless day, throughout the agonizing ceremony, crumbled.

My body aches, but nothing hurts as much as the emptiness growing inside my chest. I shuffle forward and kneel next to the frame, reaching for one of the wooden slats that once supported the mattress. I try to wedge it back into place, but the other side is cracked, and the bracket it belongs to has been ripped straight from the joint. I try again. It doesn’t fit. Nothing fits. He broke it beyond repair. My hands fall to my lap. I stare at the wreckage, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Then it all hits at once.

The sound of it breaking echoes through me like bone snapping. I stare at the shattered pieces scattered across the asphalt. My lifeline, my chance to reach him, destroyed in an instant. “No,” I whisper again, my voice breaking. “No, no, no…” Now what do I do?