Novel & Cerita Shattered Glass How I Met Your Mother

It's most likely his mother as she has the same amazing bright pair of blue eyes. "What are you doing here"I was startled and I mistakenly dropped the picture frame making it fall to the ground shattering into a million tiny pieces.On turning around I was met with a raging Mr Hawkins,scowling down at me,if looks could kill I'd be dead long since from all the glares Mr Hawkins has been giving me.

In his hand, he held a long shard of broken glass that looked like it could do fatal damage to a person. I was frozen, unable to move a I watched him swing the glass shard at me. “No!” My mother screamed and jumped in front of me in the last second. The sound of flesh tearing pierce the air and my body went stiff. Blood oozed from my mother to the floor and my eyes followed the trail. What was going on? What has just happened? My brain could not process what was happening. My mother coughed and he shoulder slumped. “Mother...mother?” I said weakly.

The phone clattered to the floor with a sharp crack. Mom froze in place. Her gaze did not leave the shattered screen. Her lips trembled. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a hysterical cry. “Impossible! This can’t be true!” She lunged forward to pick up the phone. Her hands were shaking so violently that she could barely press the buttons. “You’re lying! That accident wasn’t serious! Delila was discharged in perfect health. How could Carol be dead?

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.

He replied, leaning back in his seat. I clenched my jaw, the muscles ticking as my grip tightened on the glass, "I almost lost my daughter. She just stood there, watching a little child slowly die such a horrible death. And you expect me to overlook it?" The glass in my hand creaked under the pressure of my grip, and I forced myself to set it down before it shattered.

I rushed over to the 65-inch plasma TV which featured on the wall opposite my bed, disconnected its wires from the socket, threw the TV to the floor, ensuring its screen turned into pieces of glass. "Are you okay?" Sonya jerked my room door open, ran over to me. I breathed hard, sobbed hard, wept hard. "No! I'm not!" "Girl, you know this craziness will do nothing," she said. Unable to speak, owing to how frustrated I was, I just walked to the glass mirror I had shattered, took pieces of the glass, and burst out in laughter. I was laughing because my eyes couldn't form tears any longer.

The way he'd ask simple questions — did you sleep, are you hungry, what do you want to do today — that were really asking something else entirely. On the second evening I dropped a glass in the kitchen. Just fumbled it, my hands still not quite steady, and it hit the floor and shattered. I stood there looking at it and felt my eyes fill up with tears over a broken glass which was ridiculous, which I knew was ridiculous, which didn't stop it from happening. Zyran appeared in the kitchen doorway. Looked at the glass. Looked at me. "Leave it," he said. "I'll get it."

“Don’t try to move.” At that, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. My mother was acting as if I was crippled. It was just a wound from the shattered glass that was on the floor of the alley I had fallen on, and nothing serious. “Mom, please stop being dramatic,” I said, yawning and using the back of my hand to cover up my mouth. “Don’t tell me to stop being dramatic. You gave your father and I a fright.” Mom said, and I nodded in sarcasm.

I whispered as my fingers trembled. I had been voted out of the position of Chief Executive Officer and my company shares had been seized!!! “No…” I said again, louder this time. “This… this can’t be right…” My entire body went cold as a scream tore from my throat. At that exact moment, my mother walked back into the living room with a glass of water. Startled by my scream, the glass slipped from her hands and shattered across the floor.

The glass on top fell and shattered on the floor. Aunt Amira screamed. "Stop! All of you, stop!" No one stopped. I stepped further inside. My shoe stepped on a shard of glass; the sound of it cracking was clearly audible amid the commotion. Not loud. It wasn't necessary. But it was enough to make a few people turn their heads. Dad was the first to see me. His expression shifted slightly, then hardened again. Uncle Jasper turned as well, his breathing still heavy. The room slowly fell silent, though the air inside still felt stifling.