Bawling My Eyes Out Novels & Stories

It was my time to be yelling at the top of my lungs. The tears that I was holding back finally got released, blinding my vision for a few seconds before rolling down my face.

She stuttered with her hazel eyes gleaming with unshed tears. This had better be a bloody joke!

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

My eyes rolled to the back of its socket, and it took a few seconds before I could feel the aftermath of the slap. My cheeks stung badly, and I couldn't help but rub it slowly, tears in my eyes to ease the pain that stung my cheek. “ I have told you several times not to call me mother, haven't I? Your mother is in the grave!” She yelled, her eyes blazing with fury. My legs were wobbly on the ground and a silent cry tore off my lips. I didn't have the right to cry my eyes out, so I had to hold back my tears, though it was impossible.

Tears formed in the back of my eyes. His eyes widened, remembering said action. “I-I…RIV–” He tried to reach out for me but I moved and cut him off. “NO! NO.” I tore my eyes away and turned around wiping my falling tears. Gosh, when did I turn into a crybaby?

I pointed to his eyes. " You looked at her with these eyes, right?" my pointy claw drew impossible closer to his left eye. His eyes turned round in horror when he noticed the deranged glint in my eyes. "What ar eyou talking about?" he was finally getting to it. "You put your dirty eyes on her.....I'll have to take them out now," I sounded like a maniac as I dug my claw into the inner edge of his eyes. All his bravery took a flight. He screamed bloody, writhed like a slaughtering goat in my hold. A sickening suction noise followed as I dug deeper and scooped it out with practiced ease. The hollow of his eye flooded with red thick liquid. I crushed his eyeball right in front of his right eye b

"Give it a break. I said I'm happy to have you, say it back. I know you love me, Bail" She gaped at me like a fish trying to get air or nutrient. Whatever thing they gape for. I never looked into why they do that, but right now, Bailey is being a gaping fish. "No..." I roll my eyes to the back, a smile on my face. "Stop it. Why're you doing that?" "Say you love me" I chuckle. "If I say it, will you stop doing that thing with your eyes?" "Yes, I swear" "Ok. Ok, I love you. Now snap out of it!" Bailey sighed and I laughed, bringing my eyes back to normal. She has a horrified expression on her face and I'm laughing my ass out. "What was that?"

Feeling tears rapidly gather in my eyes and spill all over my cheeks I finally let myself fall, rather dully collapsing on my knees, but not before letting out an equally frustrated and sorrowful cry. “Fuuuck!”

It's as if he can see the pain in my eyes and knows exactly what I'm going through. "Bella," He sighs, and it's like he just turned on the faucet for my tears. The emotions well up within me, and I can't hold back the flood of tears that stream down my cheeks. I did not plan on crying, but his sympathetic gaze pierces through my defenses, evoking a deep sense of sadness that overflows into tears.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.