Shattered Glass

The Beginning

This story does have my commentary that will be italicized if you don't like then stop reading but if you don't care then read on. I will often argue with the narrator for just saying everything that happens -a.k.a. doing their job. - If you do mind how I will represent this story then you can go deal with it elsewhere and not bother me. I will do what I want with my story.

Shattered Glass

There was once an old man, nope too far. There was once a baby boy, not far quite enough. Once upon a time there was a murderer, good enough. And something he always did was, NO NOT YET. Ugh, fine. His heart was made encased in glass. Nothing could penetrate it, well almost nothing. Love could break the glass around his heart. Love was the one thing he wanted, yet could never attain. His closed off heart would not allow him to feel emotions. No compassion, no mercy and no love. In a sense he was hollow. And yet if he broke it from the outside in it would kill him. So he was doomed to live life without joy or sadness. Over time he learned how to fake his facial expressions so nobody would get suspicious, but on the inside he still felt empty. The only time he truly something was when he killed, what he learned from it is "As time progressed everything stayed the same that is everything except the people. The only reason people changed is because I killed them." This is how the poor glass hearted boy thought. Right up until he met. No, no, no, no, no... It gives away too much of the story. Well fine I will start from the beginning. It was a rainy morning, almost a good day to kill someone. Or go for a walk, but then again this isn't that kind of story. Well our main character does go for walk right now but not the point...

So can we just continue with the story, I'm not getting paid to do this even though I should be and we have quite a long way to go. Fine, fine but don't give away the ending. The boy, his name is Isaac by the way, Isaac walked down the street. Most people avoided the rain but Isaac saw no harm in it, nor did he care about getting wet. On days like this it was easy to find an unsuspecting victim that would willingly let him in to try to take care of him, all the while he was thinking of a way to kill them as discreetly as possible. Now what are you trying to do to the reader? Scare them to death; we aren't that evil...yet. That's how you wrote it. Fair enough keep reading; just try to make it seem happier. I don't see how that's possible but okay then. A young boy ran in front of Isaac's path, he stopped to watch. This little boy had nothing on but rags; that's when Isaac noticed a shop owner staring after him shouting. Isaac smiled, this boy started off where he had. Maybe one day this child will find a type of entertainment just as he had. Okay I did not write that. Yes you did its right there now shush and let me continue. As Isaac watched this boy run by he felt the strangest feeling, almost a longing or sadness for him. Wow now, that did not happen, Isaac can't feel emotions yet. You told me to make it happier, that's what I'm trying to do. Well then don't, it messes with the story too much. Make up your mind. Read it as it is then.