C15 Enraged

Glass shattered. Once. Twice, Thrice. Again and again. Until there was only wood. Broken and stabbing with its little splinters digging in my back. Darkness clouded my peripheral vision and blurred my focus as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Drifting in and out of consciousness the only thing I saw was his face. Not contorted, not twisted with anger. Still like the icy glaciers