Chapter Four: The Glass, The Pain
His eyes just pinned me down. I stared back, wondering if he was stalking me or something. I was scared, somewhat. I could feel the color in my face just drain out and go cold. But, fortunately, it wasn't long before he stopped and walked off. He intimidated me a bit as he stood there and looked at me. But why was he staring at me in the first place?
My phone vibrated again. I looked at the screen; Cassie sent me another text.
'Hey...you there?'
I replied. I would tell her about it later. 'Yeah, sorry about that...'
-Third Person's POV-
Glass.
When that word comes to your mind, what do you think about? When Chris Parks thought about it, it only meant pain. Suffering. Torment. Misery.
When it was broken and shattered into pieces, it struck fear into his heart. Maybe it was because his father used it against him when he was younger, cutting him with it, smashing it over his head, or throwing him through the sliding doors. It was...his ultimate weakness. And it was also, his best weapon.
He carried a small black bag full of it. He only used it against his worst enemies. It pained him everytime to have to, but he enjoyed it every time seeing his opponent's pain. So, in other ways, he became his father in the ring. He became his own worst enemy.
Chris sat backstage, in the dark and the silence. He took his bag and pulled out a few pieces. The clear, sharp horror lied in his hands. He looked at it deeper and saw his own relection. He hated what he had become. It only caused him pain and heart-break. He didn't want it. He only wanted it to go away. Go away forever. And just leave him alone; leave him at peace.
His frustration caused him to crush the glass in his hand. The shards jabbed into his palm, causing multiple stings of pain. It only hurt a little bit, but he ignored it to the point where it slightly felt good. Chris' eyes glazed over with sadness and anger as he opened up his hand and saw the blood leak out.
"Oh my God..." a soft voice gasped.
He looked up and saw a tiny redhead look at him in shock. Shock and fear.
Chris didn't recognize her right off the bat. But then he was able to put a name on her. It was Cassie Michaels.
"A-are you okay?" she asked him. "Do you want me to help you out with that...?"
He didn't reply. He only became scared and ran off.
"No, hold on -- wait -- !" she called after him. But, he didn't stop. He just hid away. Disappointment racked up her mind, laced with confusion. Why was he scared of her? Was he scared of her? Or did he just want to be alone forever?