Vikk's POV
Broken glass.
Shards digging into the soft bristles of the carpet. The bottle on the ground left to break.
People are like glass, under pressure, they break.
They can be repaired, although they will never be the same.
I stretch my fingers out to the shards, picking up the biggest pieces of the pile.
I admire the glass. I see the blown words and letters imprinted into the glass on the piece, none of it making sense.
This bottle wasn't put under pressure, it wasn't dropped.
It was thrown.
It was forced across the room with anger and hatred in its every fiber
The once perfect and beautiful bottle was now left to be broken and mistreated.
It was forced to break, not up for discussion.
Just as this bottle broke, i did too with it.
The hands that threw it, the ones that were once in mine, are gone.
They've thrown and hit until they're red.
They've held and rubbed until a sleep fell upon the person attached.
They mean so many different things. This bottle, this glass bottle, represents me.
It shows how I've been broken over the years, rebuilt every time but yet I'm never the same.
That glass represents a relationship.
A relationship that started out soft and pristine, prefect almost.
It slowly turned into sharp pieces of hate and hurt that harm you. That hurts you in ways that may not be fixed.
This glass represents him and I.
Our relationship that was so rocky, so up and down, I don't remember half of the problems between us.
The issues pushed to the back of my head and force their way out of my ears and into the world for others to hear.
That glass.
Those shards of glass sitting on my dirty carpet flooring.
Those are me.
I am the broken glass.
Maybe one day, I'll be reformed. Melted down into new glass and remade.
I will never be the same as i was the day before everything turned wrong.
Maybe i wont be glass at all.
Maybe I'll get turned into rubber, a material that is difficult to be broken.
I can pick up those broken pieces without being hurt, being protected by my past.
I can help people whos glass broke and never got rebuilt. I can put them back together and find the fix that hardens the glue.
They may never be the same, but they will be okay one day.
One day at a time.
