Shards
Prologue
Crash.
With only one shove, with one toss, it broke.
I saw it.
I did it.
I ended it.
The slivers bounced and ricocheted around the hallway, slamming into other lockers, splintering further, being ground into fine dust under the shoes of my friends.
In one piece I could see one of my eyes, a normal blue color, so different from the glowing green they had just been, from the brown of the imposter.
In another, the dull locker was reflected, swinging slightly on its dented hinges, opened by me for what would be the last time.
Two others showed the faces of both of my friends. One watched with a smile painted on her lips, glad for the assertive action. The other observed with a resigned finality written in his features, stirring with relief.
One displayed the angry countenance of the teacher behind me. His dull, dark eyes drilled into mine through the glass. I could feel its heat, its fury… and just the tiniest well of disappointment, like a teardrop.
Every sliver, every face, every emotion, all were a different story. All held a tale spun from glass. Each one was a story teller.
Every shard.
When a mirror falls and shatters, each sliver reflects an unseen reality. Some are large, and show an entire story that we had never before guessed was there. Others are tiny, allowing one to see only a limb, an eyelash, just a tiny glimpse. Many are tiny specks of dust- fine and sharp that cut through skin like a knife through butter, and come together to form a disjointed mosaic.
Are you ready to listen, to taste, to feel, to smell, to see the shards?
Then welcome. A journey awaits you, along the ridges of a broken piece of glass.
A/N: Yes, it's short. But that's on purpose. The last paragraph is written to show how the chapters are going to be set up: some will be long, with one narrator, other short, and very similar to this, with disjointed phrases, etc, and some with only a sentence or two for each person (multiple narrators).
But don't expect an update very soon, because I am confusing myself on this. O.O This obviously starts with Splitting Images, and I don't want the next chapter to start before that (Mystery Meat), even though I want to do each chapter. But I want to start here, since I have a neat idea about how to carry out this whole story. o ;; Any suggestions?
Dedicated to Esme Phantom :)
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