Shattered -my-dark-past Novels & Stories

Desperation is now a defining characteristic of every word. “Fiona, she blackmailed me. She promised to reveal everything. I was frightened. I felt like I was stuck, but I never stopped loving you. She just made it impossible for me to walk away.” I tilt my head, watching this pathetic performance unfold. His words spill out like cracked glass. Full of sharp edges, but empty at the core.

He thinks he can use tomorrow's selection to push me back into the dark. I lean closer to the glass, my reflection sharp, burning, and utterly magnificent. "I am not your curse, Lir," I whisper to the empty room, my voice sounding like cold steel sliding from a scabbard. "I am your consequence." I reach down, lifting the heavy velvet shroud off the Shattered Mirror, ready for dawn.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

A crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Maybe one day that crack would grow into something bigger. But today, it was just a crack.

Was everything was truth. I really loved her. And that's why I have. Shattered. Shattered in a way that can't be sticked back. The thing that everything she have done, and thinking it again again everytime. It makes it harder on me. The glass is breaking more intensely, the glass that is settled in my heart. Its in the amount of pain, that can't be described. Its in pieces that numbers can't be counted. Glue can't stick it back. I am shattered. And not just shattered. When she is agreeing everything without any hesitation. And guilt. It makes put harder for me.

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.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

I had no faith in myself, I found everything I began to cherish tearing into fragments. “I shattered our home. I am so sorry… Please forgive me!” My home was falling apart with my own hands. I became the reason behind my darkness and I kept wailing at my own fault. “Don’t say this, Vincent, what broke-” Tears were rolling down, my breaths were suffocating me. Searching for my redemption, I gained ravage. “Our fucking home! Our marriage, that is what shattered because of my demeanor!” I whisper-yelled. Failing to conceal my tears, removing my hand and looking at the ground.

Zade I hold her tightly, every choked sob tearing through me like a knife, and I know—I know I’ve ruined this. She’s cradled against me, her whole body trembling as the waves of her cries slowly fade, leaving behind only the ragged breaths of someone who’s been utterly shattered. And I did this. I let my twisted obsession, my need to keep her close, drag her down into the darkness with me. I know damn well that Grayson’s going to tear me apart, and I welcome it. I deserve it for every moment I let myself touch her, for every step I’ve taken down this path that only ends in hurt.