I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

She was a gold digger just like the others! At once rashes began to develop on his skin and he fell on the floor. His hand hit a button as he fell. There were buttons scattered on the floor, he remembered her ruined shirt. She was not a gold digger, she had taken it to cover up. At once his rashes began to disappear.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

Breathing. But no longer broken

TRISTAN "I gave you two days off, and what do you use it for?" My uncle slammed the glass against the wall, and it shattered into a million pieces. "To find that fucking boy!" The dim orange light overhead hurt my eyes more than it should, and my surroundings were slowly becoming a kaleidoscope of colors. I raised my hand, staring at my fingers as they constantly changed in number and shape. My droopy lids weren’t helping matters. So numb... but not numb enough. The intoxication was wearing off, but I knew I wasn’t getting any more liquor if I stayed here—not when the Boss had angrily hurled my drink against the wall.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

My utensils, my books, my only frame. It has Vicky's and Mom's pictures in it but it is broken. I crouched down and took out the picture from the broken glass. My heart broke as I stared at the picture while standing up straight. A tear rolled down my face as I trailed my fingers on the picture. Vicky's bright smile made me want to see her and hug her. I miss her so much. I looked around me again, taking in my destroyed place. Who could have done this? Why would they do this?