Novel & Cerita Shattered Glass How I Met Your Mother

_My world is very noisy, almost dragging on death._Grace Manninhattan Prang! Shards of glass were scattered on the floor of the room, an empty glass without water ended sadly because of Mr. Flip's uncontrollable anger. Eyes fixed on the young man with his head lowered.

"Please. Just... please." The words didn't leave my mouth. They died in my throat, strangled by the same terror that made my knees knock together. I was backed against the kitchen counter, the laminate edge digging into the small of my back. Crash. My mother’s favorite ceramic vase—the only thing I had left of her—shattered against the floor. A dozen blue shards skidded across the linoleum, coming to rest near the heavy, mud-caked boots of the man standing in my living room.

5 Ace Rage overwhelms me as I knock my papers and computer monitors onto the floor. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t remember the last time my hands even trembled a little, let alone full-on shakes. I pour a bourbon straight up and don’t even feel it as I drain the glass. Then realized that if she was my daughter, I didn’t want to meet her after drowning my rage in a glass. I launch the glass against the wall, and when it connects and shatters into shards on the floor, the door opens, and King walks in.

She asked misunderstanding his question. Matt shook his head. "No sis, our house and shop got into a fire accident. They were burned down to ashes. Nothing was left" he revealed. She is so shocked by his words, that the glass she is holding slips from her fingers and crashed down on the floor before breaking into pieces. "What?" She gasped with shock, completely unbothered by the broken glass pieces lying down near her feet. Matt bent down to clear the mess she made. He is trying to divert his anger elsewhere so that he wouldn't have to force himself to stop from killing Mia Bridget.

I tried to steady my trembling hands as I brought the glass to my lips. “So then who did?” I suddenly felt another jolt and the glass slipped from my hands, shuttering onto the floor. All eyes turned to me. “I might have set him on fire” I whispered, staring at the broken glass. “No honey, don't blame yourself,” my mother said to me. Summer reached down to collect the broken pieces. “Summer don't!” She paused and smiled at me. “No it's okay. I get clumsy too.” She reached down to pick up the pieces of the glass when she screamed and dropped it.

Damien’s POV The sound of glass shattering against the wall was therapeutic in a twisted, yet sickening way. Each crash, each explosion of crystal and porcelain, felt like releasing a tiny bit of the rage burning through my veins like acid. I'd started in the living room; the expensive vases my father had collected were gone. The decorative mirrors that cost more than most people's cars, smashed. The antique furniture Aria had so carefully selected for the mansion was overturned. But I was careful. Methodically careful. Because even in my fury, even in my complete mental breakdown, some part of my brain was screaming: Not the study. Don't touch anything in the study. The security system. The

It was more like a question than a statement. "What do you think? Look around." I rolled my eyes and hands around the room to enlighten him. His teeth bared at me like a vampire ready to feast on his prey, but he didn't act on it or even say a word further. I sighed softly and walked past him, but my shoulder accidentally brushed past his, which made the mug I was holding fall off from my hand. I watched the fragile porcelain object shatter into pieces before my eyes, which made me rooted to the floor with bugging eyes. The shattering scene kept on replaying in my head, as well as that of the shattering of the glass of a car; it felt like I was teleported to another space of two cars that co

I knew he was reversing, pulling a sharp U-turn in the middle of whatever street he was on. But I couldn't answer him. I stood in the middle of the living room, my eyes frantically scanning the glass walls. There was a sudden, sharp crash. I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat as I nearly dropped the phone. My gaze flew to the window. A heavy ceramic vase had fallen from the side table, shattering into white jagged pieces on the concrete floor. There was no wind. No one was near it. It had just... fallen. I bursted into tears.

"Some people don't want what you have until they see how happy it makes you." KIVA POV The glass slipped from my fingers. It shattered against the floor with a sound that split the silence of the hallway wide open, sharp and sudden and irreversible, the way some sounds are. The kind that cannot be taken back. My stomach dropped. For one terrible second everything went completely still. The house held its breath. I held mine. The broken pieces caught the thin light spilling from the sitting room doorway and scattered it in every direction, small and bright and wrong.

He looked at me with sad eyes and it broke my heart. "Hey Kat." He said moving to the side allowing me to come in. His voice didn't sound the same it sounded more gloomy than usual. I ignored it and walked pass him. I turned the corner to see Sammy puking in the sink and Johnson puking in the bathtub. I felt bad for Matt because he was using the bathroom while they were puking. I gaged at the sight. Nash was laying on the bed asleep so I was forced to talk to Jack.