The Glass Is Already Broken Novels & Stories

[SFX: ISLAND. NIGHT. WAVES. THEN GLASS BREAKING.] Three days of peace. Three days of 167 BPM steady. No blood. No Valeria. No Knight Tower. Just Adrian bringing me ginger tea. Levinson checking monitors. Me learning what sand sounds like at 2 AM. Then the glass broke. [SFX: FOOTSTEPS. BARE. RUNNING.] Adrian was on me before I screamed. One arm around my waist, other hand over my mouth. Not to silence. To _protect_.

He dared to lay his hands on Mila, and my mind trailed back to the scars I saw while bathing her. My grip tightened around the glass until it shattered in my hand—again. This was the second glass shattering. “Why can't these f*cking glass companies get it right?" I muttered beneath my breath. I would probably buy out the company as well. I reached for the almost-empty bottle to have another gulp, but my hand stopped midway when the door flung open. “Zaden, are you okay?” Her Vanilla scent instantly invaded the room. “I heard glass shattering,” she spoke, forcing her sleepy eyes open.

(Emi’s POV) Life continues even when everything has shattered like a fragile glass of red wine striking the hard floor. Irreparable shards — remnants of an ordinary life — scatters about crimson, soaking in like spilt blood. It’s hard to breathe, but I’m breathing in and out.

I'm gonna break the glass. " I'm sorry, Grandpa. I need to do this." I lifted my hands and broke the mirror with all the energy and strength I got inside me. The glass shattered with a loud noise. The crack in one mirror gone up and all the mirror in the room shattered at the same time. I held my hands over my head to protect myself from getting hurt from the mirror pieces.

I mutter. The mirror pulses a violent red. The heating elements are failing, the glass spider-webbing under the thermal stress. C-O-M-P-R-O-M-I-S-E-D. One final sentence scrolls across the bottom before the glass shatters into a thousand glittery shards. O-N-E G-U-A-R-D I-S N-O-T H-I-S. I drop to a crouch as the glass rains down. I don't feel the shallow cuts on my shoulders. I'm staring at the empty frame.

“I’m useless.” The glass that held my world together let out a crippling sound as it shattered.

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

She let go of a shaky breath before her once bright brown eyes teared through my soul as she said the words that shook me to my core. “You are trying to carve a broken piece of glass Mr. Knight and this glass will only crack more and sooner or later it's again going to break and this time when it will break you will be the one crying with tears of blood."

And then, barely audible, breaking like glass, "Much less a broken one."

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”