Bleach My Eyes Website Novels & Stories

How do clear everything? With all the strength left in me, I struggle to stand up to my feet, dragging myself to stand in front of the mirror. My eyes have changed from their normal color to yellow. Now, this is who I am. This is the real Ariel that her eyes would always change whenever she's feeling angry or sad. And now that I feel sad, angry, and disgusted toward myself, this should be the color of my eyes. Slowly, I take my hand to my neck, and there is the piercing mark. It looks fresh like it was just done there.

She braces herself and heads for the toilet. Thankfully, the place is empty so she gets into action. She takes out a small bottle of glycerine and puts a few drops in her eyes. “Ow!” She winces. The liquid slightly burns her eyes and she blinks back tears. How do people use this thing? She wonders painfully. “I forgot to mention that the glycerine might sting a little,” Ryder’s voice comes through the mic “A little?” She hisses. “This thing is torturing me!”

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

“I knew it. I look stupid.” “No. No. Look at me. You don’t look stupid. You just need to practice. Your eyes are so gorgeous, you don’t even need eyeshadow. A little blush, a little lipstick. Hell, you can even use lip balm to put a shine on your lips. Your parents can’t complain about that.” “Yeah, you’re right! Hey, can I use your bathroom and wash this off?” “Of course. Down the hall, first door on the left.”

Chloe moved her head from side to side, reaching out with her hand. Aliyah quickly left the room and returned with the doctor. "Excuse me," the doctor said as he entered. He took out a small flashlight and examined Chloe's eyes. The doctor turned off the flashlight and sighed heavily. Crystal felt a chill down her spine. "Doctor, what’s wrong with my daughter?" Crystal asked, her voice was cracking. "Mrs. Brooklyn, I’m afraid Chloe’s eyes have been exposed to alkaline chemicals," the doctor said solemnly. Crystal’s mouth fell open in shock. Her head spun, and her body began to tremble.

I looked at Syrel and her eyes are widening while grinning. “Why?” Caye questioned. “Because I remember the time where Lou is bleaching his hair and Syrel tried to put the mixture on the solution. Right after helping Lou, Syrel noticed that there is a bleach stain on her finger and she was afraid that it might kill her” and we all chuckles as soon as we heard what she has said. That’s true and accurate. “Oh my gosh. I don’t know that it might poison me” Syrel responded. Jane passed the phone to Joshua and he reads the next question.

he yelled. "Anything else? Shit? Jerk?" Lynn continued laughing. "You can't even cuss, Mahone. How are you going to make an infinite mirror, huh? Listen, you better get out from this damn room, or I am going to call Father. He's in his study room." Mahone put down his safety glasses and stood up, shooting a passionate glance at his project, "Tu es horrible frère!" Lynn heard that and laughed in mind. "Use at least seventy percent alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, bleach, isopropyl alcohol and wipe the sheets with a microfiber cloth. I hope you find the chemicals in your school lab," he moved away from the door.

After eating, Navi got up to go to the washroom, after she came out Hardeep was ready with the medicine in the bowl and a glass of water. Making faces, Navi took the medicine and swallowed it with water, "yeaks, I'm gonna vomit". " You better not, or I've other means also", he said.

My hands were steadier now as I picked up my foundation, dabbing it carefully under my eyes to cover the slight puffiness from the tears I'd shed after storming out of here. The YouTube tutorial Maya had sent me played softly from my laptop, the beauty guru's cheerful voice, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. I followed along carefully, blending concealer and adding a touch of blush to my cheeks. The routine was soothing, familiar strokes of brushes against my skin that helped quiet the chaos in my mind.

I ramble on as I head into the bathroom. I grab some eyedrops and the spare colored contacts I keep hidden. I grab one out and let it soak in the solution from the eye drops in the contacts container. Taking a deep breath, I peeled the bandages from my eye. This was going to hurt a lot. I put some eye drops in my eye. It burned so badly. I let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that sucked.