Tears To Shreds Novels & Stories

nothing. Pain, like a sharp two-edged sword cut deep into her chest, piercing her heart. She clutched the collar of her dress and found herself staggering backward until her heel crashed against her wooden bedframe and she tumbled over, falling face flat on the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she squeezed the paper in her palm, before tearing it into shreds. Screw that bitch! She buried her face into her pillow and screamed as loud as she could. She allowed her tears to pour with her shrieked screams, she allowed the tears to wet her pillows.

My shaky hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt, stopping him mid-step. “Please… don’t go.” My voice cracked as I shook my head. “Stay with me. Please.” Tears brimmed hot in my eyes, and for a second I thought I could hold them back. I couldn’t. A sob ripped through me, breaking me wide open. I crumbled. My shoulders shook, my stomach clenched with every jagged breath. The tears I’d held back in public came crashing out now, no dam to stop them. It wasn’t just tonight. It wasn’t just Paul. It was everything—the anger, the disgust, the fear, the anxiety that had been chewing at me for months. He was just the final blow, the crack that sent me shattering.

Every eye in the room shifts to the screen. A woman appears, half-hidden by curtains. She looks around, cautious, then reaches for the dress on display. My breath catches as she begins to tear at it. Fabric rips under her hands, deliberate and brutal. Gasps erupt across the hall. “What is that?” “Who would do something like this?” “Oh no…” The cruelty of the video unfolds without mercy. The room explodes into chaos. Shocked voices overlap, disbelief buzzing through the air. Andrea grips my arm, his voice rising.

But all I could manage was a raw wheeze that rattled in my chest. The doctor arrived, voice low, reined in, as if addressing someone already broken. "Your throat was traumatized… it was bad. The vocal cords were irreparable." He stopped, pity playing in his eyes. "Sorry, Adrian. You're not going to be able to sing anymore." The words drained me. I pushed back against the pillow, looking up at ceiling tiles until they were a blur, tears streaming hot and unbidden. My voice—gone. The very thing that had been mine, stolen from me in a few hours.

It doesn't reach my eyes. My vision blurs. My breath hitches. And then, then it happens. The laughter dies in my throat, twisting, warping into something else entirely. My shoulders shake first, then my hands. I press my lips together, willing it to stop, but it doesn't. I suck in a sharp breath, but it stutters on the way in. Then the first tear slips. I swipe at it angrily, but another follows. And another. And another. The next breath I take shatters me.

-Do you know who I am? Iris was so angry that she laughed sarcastically, she didn't even realize it, but she also knew some rumors about Iris, it's best not to tell the truth. - Sir, I… don't know… - OH? I don't know, so do you have the guts to tease me? A cheery laugh resounded, dissolving his coldness and revealing his unintended sensuality. Suddenly the woman was dragged away, her high heels made her whole body unsteady, her whole body fell to the ground, she looked up at Iris in surprise, innocent eyes blinking.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

Her words still affected me greatly, pushing down on my lungs like a heavy stone, and creating a lump in my throat, that started turning my breathing into an impossible task. I had leaked a few tears last night too, even when I vowed myself crying was something never to do again, crying weakened the soul and crumpled away confidence. I sighed, trying to keep them from falling. I couldn’t let tears win, because their victory would ruin me. Frustration built inside me once again, adding a few tears of fury.

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

Endless pain for losing a life. "Sshh, dear. Everything will be okay." I can feel her moving closer and embracing me tightly. I sobbed on her shoulders. She uttered words that would comfort me while her hands were caressing my back. Nonetheless, I forced myself to be strong. I tried to calm myself down even if I'm about to give in. I thought I already cried enough, I thought I was already hurt enough. My throat was sore and my eyes were swollen, but it seems like my tears aren't tired of streaming down. That even if I wanted to stop, it just won't. My heart tightened in utter pain.