Stolen - A Novel - (an excerpt.)

As the window came crashing down and pieces of broken glass shattered  all over her room, her mind started to fill with darkness and despair, staring down at the broken pieces of glass, she didn’t see shattered glass, she didn’t see a broken window.. she seen

A broken life. 

In that moment, all she could think about was how in the same way, you had shattered her world, tore her to shreds, ripped her soul apart, and left her for dead.

Bella walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, turning her back to the glass scattered all over the room, refusing to acknowledge it, the way she had done many times before. Maybe then it would go away, maybe just then when she turned around again, the window wouldn't be broken, the rain wouldn't be pouring through the window, the sun would be shining as it was yesterday and she wouldn't be surrounded by broken glass and an empty frame which was once a window.

She wrapped her arms around her protectively, trying to stop the shivering, trying to reasure herself, that it was over and that it was  glass, that she would have it fixed in the morning. 

She didn't seem convinced. Her arms were sore, they had been shielding that body for too long, she couldn't hold them up anymore, they too felt bruised and broken. Although just like her, it wasn't obvious by looking at them, they were soft and moisturised, they seemed to be in tact, like they had never had a hard day's labour in their short little life, although inside, she was sure the ligaments were tearing, the bones cracking....

I wonder GOD, she thought. I wonder why you spared me? Death surely would have been a way out, simple easy? But I asked you to live and now that I am alive? How do I survive? The wind will always blow and there will be times when the glass shatters, how will I clean it and not cut my fingers open?

 This is glass I am dealing with..... sharp edged glass...

how God she cried?

How?