(Very very short-)
She Threw the glass bottle across the wall out of pure Rage. One after another no matter how bad the glass scraped her feet. Tears streamed down her face as she knocked everything off the counter, eventually using the collar of her shirt to wipe her face. The song "I am woman" was playing in the background, the rain had pounded against the window loudly along with cracks of thunder. Debris all over the kitchen, knives spilled salt, pepper and knocked over fruit along with broken glass and bloody footprints.
Velma herself didn't handle certain situations best.
"Hey Velma I think we should call things off...this Just isn't right for me" were the same words replaying in her head consonantly making her head spin in circles. She had sat against the counter letting her back touch the cabinet doors blankly staring at the broken photo frame of who was planing to be the lover of her life.
Shattered just like her heart.
she was interrupted in thoughts by a sudden knock on the door
"Velma!? It's me Will!"
She decided to ignore the knocking in the door becoming in tune with the song.
she had tilted her head back and forth letting her head move with the rhythm of the song.
due to the amount of blood loss she had collapsed on the floor with the broken up picture frame in her hands.
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General FictionJust Random short stories I write out of boredom, but also to help improve my writing. Enjoy :) - Nana
