Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

"A glass becomes dangerous when it's broken." *

Glass grinds into my knees as I am tugged against the windowsill. Jeff is doing his best to pull himself back up into the apartment, but my grip on him is slipping. My knees are on fire as the glass slices deeper and deeper. I grab the windowsill with my free hand in an attempt to keep myself from flying out into the night air, but the broken glass cuts deep into my palm. Blood coats the window ledge and begins to drip down, red raindrops flying toward Jeff’s face.

he took out a glass figurine from the bedside. "And you smashed it on the wall and broke it to pieces." He smashed it on the wall and it shattered, leaving scattered pieces embedded in his bloodied hands. "Just like these ones, now, its hurting you." He walked to her and showed her the glass pieces in his hands and she could only see the blood and a shattered reflection of her. "But, a broken heart can still beat again, can't it? Just like, Evander's shattered, bloodied heart still holds reflections of you."

Slipping on my shoes, I quietly left my room and wandered the hallways of the Silvermoon pack. The air was cool, and the faint sound of crickets filled the night. The stillness was comforting, but I couldn’t sleep and I just wanted to run outside and feel good like I have never before. I just wanted to cool air breeze in the middle of the night, touch me, like I was meant to be, happy. As I turned a corner, my foot landed on something sharp. Pain shot through me, and I let out a scream, stumbling backward. I looked down and I saw a piece of broken glass on the floor, its edges glinting in the dim light.

The shattered glass pieces were scattered all between us in the kitchen, I knew he could not walk to me without getting pricked by the glasses. And then it happened. Shraf stood up, his eyes boring into me. "No! You can't walk. There are broken glasses on floor!" My voice shook as I warned earning me a sneer from him. "Don't worry about it. Either way, you are going to get punished, wifey."

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds.

It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards. “Fucking hell,” I muttered. The sharp pain registered too late. I looked down, my palm smeared red, glass embedded in the flesh. The pain barely registered. It was nothing compared to the firestorm inside me. I sank back, the weight of fatigue and anger pulling me down. My vision hazed a little, a mix of alcohol and sleep deprivation. The broken glass twinkled on the floor like a sick mosaic of my life—sharp, perilous, and waiting to cut anyone who drew near.

My eyes burned with unshed tears. “Broken people are not fragile.” Alexei stilled at my dead voice. “Even the world is scared of broken shards of glass.” He let out a deep chuckle matching the darkness of the night. I stayed still even when he pulled away, his warmth stripping away leaving me standing small in front of him.

The water sloshed, wetting my hand. The glass slipped from my hold. The sound of the broken glass penetrated our ears. I peered at the broken shards and realized it was like my relationship with Noah. It was broken and can never be fixed.

With a furious cry, she hurled the empty glass onto the polished floor, where it shattered, sending shards of crystal skittering in all directions. In one swift, brutal motion, Becky shoved me. I staggered backward, my body colliding with the jagged remnants of broken glass. A sharp, burning pain exploded in my hand, I cried out as the cold, hard pieces dug into my skin, and I fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and despair.