"It was hard to tell whether this Glass Girl was on the brink of cracking, or shattering."
The way her short legs carried her was like broken wheels on a wagon, moving, but not straight.
The light in her eyes was covered with a saddening filter that prevented anything from leaving.
A smile was constantly plastered on her face that screamed everything but happiness..
This Glass Girl cried out in fear when she felt abandoned or alone, even if it was just for a moment.
Deep within her brain rang a sensation of paranoia that slowly crept its way out and made a physical appearance.
Her arm was clung to anything that moved to give her the strength to continue.
It was hard to tell whether this Glass Girl was on the brink of cracking, or shattering.