Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

She wasn't worth the blood. ​I turned and walked away, staggering slightly as the alcohol began to cloud my vision. I didn't put the bottle down. As I left the bar, my free hand lashed out, sweeping a line of crystal decanters off a side table. They shattered against the floor, a melody of breaking glass that matched the state of my mind.

“This is?” Realizing the familiar scene, yet put on a heavy emphasis towards the difference of each shard and broken pieces. Where a particular scene is playing at each broken one, yet peculiarly some scenes that are too blurry to see are falling fast than the others. Hitting that somewhat none existing floor and breaking it into much tinier pieces and vanishing into thin air. The ones that remain afloat and different from the latter are now facing her. Like a puzzle that she needed to solve, yet is bringing the warning that’s making her sweat with coldness and unexplainable dread that she never had before. Each piece of the glass is showing her a promise, yet somewhat a curse that are and m

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."

Her nails dig deeper into me , making me flinch and bite my teeth. “ Yes…I am going for a walk…want to join me?” she says evilly , smirking at me. I look at her with a face full of confusion. Only when she started backing away while holding onto me , did I realize what was happening. The pressure I placed on my foot to preventing me from being dragged along with her , causes my injured foot to dig into the ground pushing the shards deeper into it. No matter how hard I tried , my strength on my foot started plummeting. Involuntarily , I placed my left foot directly onto the shards – piercing my other foot. I looked down to the ground , and all I saw were crystal glass pieces swimming in a pud

only older. "J-Jasamina....." She sounded lifeless, pained. She started walking towards me. "No! The broken glass...!" I cried out in impulse. But she didn't react at all. She kept walking...stepping on them...her legs started bleeding....and she gave no reaction at all, still walking. My eyes teared up and I started sobbing. Loudly. I cried so much with each step my mother took closer to me. My mother walked on glasses to get to me.

It's just that, My heart broke, And mended, With you, On the outside, And then he came, And you left, Forever. Once I was a glass figurine, perfect to the eye, fragile underneath. Since you used your words as weapons I am ground to the finest of dust - still glass, yet vulnerable to any gust. I still feel pain, so much raw pain, but I can't be broken anymore. You did your worst, but I am still here, sparkling in the midwinter light.

The golden-eyed wolf took a look at the broken glass beneath my feet and back at me. Can't a girl break something in peace? With a grunt, I pushed the covers back, my body trembling a little from weakness and cold as I forced myself to stand. It was hard trying to stand on wobbly legs while also being cautious about the shards of broken glass on the floor. Blaze just stood there watching, not moving to assist or anything. His eyes were firmly on me and his hands were still folded. “You shouldn’t be walking yet." he said, his voice low but firm.

I have almost slept only for five minutes, this explains why my eyes are still burning. "Blake?" I called his name but no response. "Blake, where are you?" I peeled the bedsheet off me before placing my feet on the cold tiles but felt the piercing pain under my feet like a sharp needle entered into my skin in one shot that made me stumble back and I fell down with my butt. There I saw red liquid is running everywhere from my feet just ahead of the broken glass which was stained with my blood. Damn!! No wonder why I have piercing pain! But... Broken glass?

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

My life has become a series of bad news. My eyes fell on a tiny shard of glass by the window. Determined, I walked purposefully towards it and picked it up. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel all the pains that I might have withheld. When I opened them, I slowly brought my hand up and positioned the glass shard on my wrist.