Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

I nodded to Nathan and we both got out of the car slowly, not really sure if we wanted to go in. I stepped over the threshold of the place I called home for the past few months. The once spotless foyer laid out destroyed in front of my eyes. The pristine tile was crumbling under the once majestic chandelier that gravity helped explode on the shining surface. Glass littered the ground that wasn't occupied from other debris. The dark pattern of a wolf and moon was almost indistinguishable by now.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

Alarms are being enabled. Locking the world out. Or locking me in. I spun and walked to the window, looking down at the ground far below. Gardens extended in every direction, pretty and empty. And beyond them, walls. High stone walls with cameras at the top. This was my life now. A gilded cage. I married a stranger to save my family. Now I had to learn how to save myself.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

“She doesn’t know how much pain it feels to watch your world crumble right before your eyes. Only I know what it felt like, seeing my mom... seeing my mom burn, struggling for her life right in front of me. She doesn’t!” The bottle shattered against the wall, the echo crashing back at me. My breath hitched, uneven, trembling as I ran a shaking hand through my hair. “He left me! He didn’t care about anyone but himself. I hate... I hate him! Money? I don’t fucking need his money—fuck his money... fuck it all!” I shouted, slamming the door shut behind me. --- MIA’S POV “Morning, sweetheart” Chelsea said, pulling the curtains wide open as I lay on the bed, my hair scattered like a bird’s nest.

He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again." At that moment, the last shred of her pride shattered completely. Despair and resentment consumed her entirely. She directed all her hatred toward me, convinced I was the reason for her downfall. Driven by revenge, she'd meticulously planned this attack. She'd expected Evan to stand by coldly and watch me get hurt. She never anticipated that he'd rush forward to shield me with his body. Knowing all this filled me not with pity, but cold indifference. Facing such hysterical resentment and malicious revenge, I instructed my lawyer without hesitation to pursue the harshest punishment possible, leaving her no mercy.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

"Oh come on, little birdy, don't be like that! You know you're only gonna fall right into my lap. Think they got your back? Hell, you know that you're trapped. Just give into temptation, let my music fix that." "Fix what? I'm perfectly fine where I'm at. Can't you tell by my smile?" "A smile you're that you're faking! I read between the lines. Come, on you know my music makes you feel alive." "Alive?" "Alive, Don't deny that fact. If you wanna rage, just let go and relax. Let my music wash over you and just like that you'll be reborn into the person you are at heart." "But I wanna be good!"

I shook my head and took a deep breath while rubbing my chest. "Relax, Monika... Ryan loves you and nothing can separate you from him. Relax." I muttered and poured water into a glass from a jug. My hands were shivering. After drinking water, I extended my hand to keep it on the table, but it slipped from my hand. I closed my eyes when the loud smashing sound of glass hit my eardrums. It was like it was replicating my situation. I'm just shattered like that broken glass and everything is falling apart from my hand. Maybe I have moved on with Ryan, but past trauma still haunts me and is snatching my happiness. There is a fear in my heart that the house I built with Ryan is made of glass, whic