Listen to the cracking of fragile glass.
The vivid crunch that it produces.
Now take that and add a hand to the scenario.
Perhaps I am trying to formulate a metaphor...
But take that hand and place the shard of glass within it.
Great! Crush it, break it, squeeze it until it shatters in your palm.
Let it cut- deeply.
Let it tear your skin apart.
Now, let's add another, you're doing this in a car.
Paying too much mind to the blood stained glass that you're no longer paying care to the road.
CRASH
HARD
Make sure that inevitable colliding of metal will never be forgotten from the onlookers eyes. That the vivid crunch, would never be forgotten from their ears.
Finally,
Die.
Hopefully that gives a look to the inside of my mind.
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DISCLAIMER:
I do not condone any violence, self harm, or any of such that could be deemed harmful within my writing! It's purely for entertainment :)
This book also contains mild violence, harm, and sexual content, read at your own discretion.
They never showed any emotion despite anger and frustration. They have walls way too high surroundings their hearts. Everyone was afraid of what they were capable of doing to them even their own mother.
But everything is about to change when certain someone enters the picture.