Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

I was soaked. The cavern floor was covered with sharp sea glass. Each time one caught the light, it sparkled within the water. That explained the gash in my foot. The glass probably didn't bother the gargoyles, but I didn't think I'd be able to get very far barefoot. As Jesse moved in, I held up my hands. "There's sea glass. It's very sharp. I'm nearly healed, but my skin is too soft. As soon as I try to take another step, I'll get cut again." I cursed my lack of wings once again.

There were inches between the rope and the jagged frame of glass that remained attached to the van, but it was our only option. I exhaled, my breath fogging the glass I laid on. Slowly, slower than I’d ever moved in my life, I began to stand. Each creak had me grinding my teeth. By the time we made it out of this, they’d be nothing more than stubs. My wolf would kill me for destroying her beautiful teeth. I had just made it to my feet when the crack of glass pierced my ears. Every muscle in my body froze at the sound. This wasn’t going to work.

Hopelessness surged, then cracked and gave way to rage. My fist drove into the mirror. A sharp crack split the air. Pain exploded through my hand, and for one breathless second, I felt it. A flash of satisfaction. Glass rained down, tiny blades that glittered like stars. Blood smeared across the porcelain, hot and steady. But the pain didn’t land. Not really. Nothing could hurt more than going back. I stared at the broken reflection. Fractured eyes. Fragmented truths. But the girl looking back?

I rolled my eyes and walked forward, stomping on it. I heard the glass break under my feet, but also felt the shock reverberate through my leg, even though I was wearing shoes. I immediately moved my leg, frowning down at the now broken calendar. I turned and left the grave side, as eerie rain cloud gathered in the sky.

I know he is already gone but the pain that he caused lingers and continues to ruin my life. “Burn in hell… Burn in hell… Burn in hell” I said while still tearing his face and when I got tired. I gasped for air to breathe and stopped. His face is totally gone in the picture, and I noticed my hand is bleeding while still holding the piece of the broken glass, and when I saw his face was gone. I smiled. I walked to the kitchen with my bleeding hand and feet. I can feel the floor slippery because of my blood but I don’t care. I can feel my hand getting sticky because of the blood that continuously flows in my hand. I wiped my face and felt my own blood on my face.

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

But to Adrian, it probably meant something. My fingers tightened. I thought about Leo. About the scar under my shirt. About Marcus saying I was getting too close, losing focus. About Aurora Winters dying alone on a bedroom floor. My hand opened. The glass fell. It hit the hardwood with a crack that split the silence. Crystal exploded. Shards scattered across the floor, glittering like diamonds. I stood there. Staring at the destruction. A laugh bubbled up. Small at first. Then bigger. I had broken his glass. His special, precious glass.

I can see how broken he is. There's so much pain in his eyes. His hand is shaking as he gets the glass from my hand. "Giovanni," I called him. "D-Don't tell me to stop crying. The pain is so unbearable," he said as he closed his eyes. He dropped the glass to the floor and it breaks. I immediately pick up the portions of the broken glass. "Just like these pieces, they are like trust. It is broken and you can't unbreak it," he spoke out.

I swallow painfully and look down. Glass. I had stepped on jagged glass. The pain is unbearable. I pull out a shard digging into my skin and blood starts to flow freely. There are more embedded within the soles of my foot but I force myself to get up. Golden Eye’s voice, his words, his threat. They echo like a neverending nightmare in my mind. I take one step, then another, but the pain is just too much. The blood on my foot leaves small smears on the ground. I cannot stop.

My life deepened on it. I noticed a shattered bottle near the table, its jagged shards scattered across the floor, glinting in the dim light. I stretched my leg, my foot brushing against a piece, and kicked it closer, the glass scraping against the concrete with a faint screech. I seized the shard with my fingers, its sharp edge slicing into my palm, blood welling up instantly. I gritted my teeth, the pain searing through my hand, but I refused to let it stop me.