Novel & Cerita Walking On Broken Glass Meaning

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The thin soles of my sneakers did nothing to protect me. Underneath the socks, the skin on my feet was broken. I had done it to myself, the sharp, stinging lines I had carved into my own flesh just days ago. Now, the heavy pounding of my weight against the roots and rocks made the wounds split wide open. I felt the warm, wet soak of blood inside my shoes. "Please," I whispered, "What is this?"

He stood up, the glass still in his hand. “She doesn’t define me.” “But she marks you. Like an open scar. The thing inside the capsule felt it. It used that. Made you believe you would be seen, understood… loved.” “Enough!” he roared, throwing the glass against the wall. The shards scattered like small screams of glass. He was breathing hard, fists clenched, eyes moist. He wasn’t crying. But he was close. “I’m not weak.” “No, you are broken,” the beast replied with icy calm. “And if you don’t understand where the cracks are… someone will always use them.”

She walked carefully on the carpet to avoid the broken glasses on the floor so as not to hurt herself. Her actions only succeeded to make Nina more angry, she screamed at her from the top of her voice,”you idiot! So you are being careful! Oh so you don’t want to step on the broken glass! You do not to get hurt by the glass but was able to stand and watch my precious daughter hurt herself this badly from stepping on such deadly weapons. Your life is worthless when compared to hers, even one hundred of your pathetic lifetimes can never make up for one of her lifetime.” Nina verbalized in anger.

He looked disheartened and weak like he can be crushed like a piece of paper. He then walked towards the photo frames decorated on the wall of his room and then next moment, they lay on the floor, broken into thousand pieces. He picked up one of the broken pieces of glass and then pressed it hard in his fists. His hand started bleeding, but he didn't even bother to notice the blood.

Looking at me, intrigued. Ronan huffed but didn't utter a word. Theo shrugged again, like he was doubting if I could do that. I started to walk,my face set. My pace quickened, a tear threatening to leave my eyes. I could feel their eyes boring holes at my back. I'd end this myself. ______________ I grabbed my bag, throwing the glass plate my name got carved on the floor. The sound of glass shattering echoed in the room, I walked on it, just as the receptionist and two others came in.

I gasp; Gideon has to jump backwards to stop the glass from breaking over his feet, we’re both watching the glass bottles shatter and splinter into the dirt. “Well, I’m going to say Dutton and Winston are right about the drink.” GIdeon says with disgust; he doesn’t say anything else as he steps over the broken glass and heaves himself into the van. I don’t move closer until he’s got his back to me and I can tiptoe over the glass without looking like some dainty little girl. I have boots on but the amount of glass still makes me nervous. At the Acadmey, there's a literal pit of glass that I’ve seen girls as young as ten throw grown men into, the screams that come from those men haunt my night

A hall that had normal people in it would not have been so messy, but with what I saw—broken pieces of glass, food littered everywhere, and even gross things on the floor—I knew she wanted to make this more difficult for me. I swallowed, and just as I walked into the hall to start my work, I stepped on a broken piece of glass, and I screamed in pain as blood started to ooze out of my leg. I pressed my lips tightly against each other as I walked into the hall, my blood dripping.

he said while he moved closer. He pushed me aside, I stumbled but luckily balanced my steps, he walked out of the room without caring about the broken pieces of glass that had cut my feet slightly. I knelt down and touched the broken glass with forming tears. "Hey don't touch that with your bare hands, you will hurt yourself" the guy I met earlier said while kneeling down besides me, he looked at my bleeding feet with a deep sigh. "We need to take care of your feet, can you stand?" He asked as I stood up.

I cried out, stumbling, but I didn't stop. "Keep going," César ordered. My second foot came down, another stab of agony. The glass cracked beneath my weight, and a shard went deep into the sole of my foot. My vision blurred with tears. My body trembled so much I thought I would collapse right there. But I moved again. And again. Each step was a nightmare, glass slicing into me, blood dripping behind me with every shaky movement. My legs wanted to give out, but my mind screamed at me not to fall.

He saw the glass slip from my numb fingers and shatter against the marble. The sound of the breaking glass was like a startling pistol. I tried to call his name, but my throat was closed. I was drowning on dry land. These vultures were closing in, their faces blurred into a single mask of judgment. The ‘malfunction’ was happening. The South Side trash was finally breaking. Don’t fall. Not here. Not in front of them. My knees gave way. The floor rushed up to meet me; a cold, unforgiving sea of marble stone. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact, waiting for the darkness to be permanent finally.