Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

I walk towards the glass of water on the table, as thirst swarms up in me. But the moment I put the edge of the glass onto my lips, my vision suddenly swirled making me freeze, the glass slipped out of my hand, and it created a broken sound as it fell on the floor. But that’s the least of my concern now, my head started aching and I felt numb, my eyes then settled on my left leg which was now bleeding. Expecting my body to hit the marble floor in just a few seconds, but to my surprise, I landed on two firm arms, as his scarlet met mine again. But no matter how tense the situation is for me, his eyes remain cold. No emotion could be read from it.

Heaven didn’t bleed; it cracked like fine china under the weight of my obsidian boots. I walked through the Bone-Coral grove, the heels of my right boot clicking against the silver soil while my left stone leg dragged with a heavy, rhythmic thud. The sound was a desecration. In this world of perfect loops and rendered peace, I was a walking glitch. I was the dirt beneath their fingernails, the ash in their sterile lungs. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

So I took the bold step — I passed through the broken pieces of vase. I hoped I didn’t, but I felt them piercing into my skin and whimpered in pain. It was agonizing, and I would make sure, if I survived this, he would pay for everything he’d done to me. I kept walking until I was finally past the shards. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my legs ached, but I couldn’t stop. Not now, when my life was at stake. I knew that if I dared stop, it would mean I would lose my life.

My claws extended without conscious thought, and before I knew it, before I could stop myself or even think to try, the mirror was in shards at my feet. The crash echoed through the abandoned wing, a sound like thunder and breaking hearts. Each piece that hit the stone seemed to take a piece of that impossible hope with it, scattering fragments of what might have been across the dusty floor. I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, hands bleeding from where the glass had bitten deep, surrounded by a thousand fractured reflections that showed me nothing but darkness. But still... something lingered.

Barefoot, she crossed the shattered wine glasses and crimson pools covering the floor. Broken glass pierced the soft skin beneath her feet, drawing thin trails of blood. She never even frowned. Each step remained as steady as if she were walking down the red carpet on Wall Street. The shattered bones in her right hand sent waves of agony through her body. The backlash from the frost toxin made every breath unbearably heavy. Yet the overwhelming life force flowing through their blood pact supported her failing body. Boom! Her leg swept through the air with explosive force. Vivienne snapped her foot forward.

Why do I keep surviving? The thought circled through my mind over and over as I walked down the sidewalk, my vision still blurry without my glasses. My bag felt heavier than usual, weighed down by all the books I'd stacked inside, with broken pieces sitting on top of the pile. Broken glasses. Broken pride. Broken everything. First the pool. Now this. I should've drowned that night. The water had closed over my head, my lungs had burned, and for a moment, just one terrible, peaceful moment, I'd thought maybe it would be easier to just let go.

It broke into billion's of tiny shimmery particles after falling off on the floor. "Why? Are you out of your mind, Maria?" Avoiding the broken glass pieces on the floor I reached her and held her arms. "Here I am doing my best to keep you safe from the world and you are just creating problems for me." I shook her vigorously. "I want to keep you away from all this but you again returned back to square one"

Once, twice, I pushed my wrist that was partially filled with the glass. It cracked. "Aria," he whispered. "You're clueless.". And I know exactly what I am doing. I hit the glass again. Crack. Siren. Crack. Lights red. After screaming, I flung my entire body against the glass.' It shattered. Aria. The glass rained down on me like rain.'... Despite landing hard, I kept on rolling. Blood streamed down my arms from the shard, leaving me shaking in both feet. But I was up.

Why give her back to me just to take her away again? I tried to stand up from the bed. The moment my foot touched the ground, sharp pain shot through me. I gasped. I lifted my foot. Blood. A piece of glass was stuck inside. Confused, I looked down. Broken glass was scattered across the floor. At first I was confused how the glass got there but then— I recalled last night. My heart started beating fast. The lamp. I looked toward the bedside table. The lamp was gone. Shattered pieces everywhere.

I quickly looked around but he was nowhere to be found, I slowly turned to the one who was still in the glass, I walked back to the glass and continued punching it hard, the sound of my bones hitting the glass echoed in the air but I couldn't feel the pain all I wanted to do was break it, that's not me so it shouldn't exist. I punched hard again and again until the glass cracked, I heard the sound of the door opening but Ignored it, the glass is finally cracking, I punched it hard again and this time it shattered completely, one of the pieces cutting me on my cheeks, there were small glass pieces in my knuckles making me to bleed excessively, as I looked at the blood that was rolling down my