Bleach My Eyes Website Novels & Stories

Disappear. The idea was loud and wrong and it still felt like a door that could open if I put my hand on it. I forced my eyes away and walked to the small bathroom at the back of the site. The tap sputtered and the water ran brown then clear. I scrubbed my arms and the sauce stained sink. I raked my fingers through my hair until the last bit of bone and gum slid away. It stung. I did not stop. I watched the water carry the mess into the drain and told myself to breathe.

and tried hiring slightly less pretentious staff. I head into the Ladies’, survey my reflection, and wince. Sometimes I’m genuinely shocked at the version of me in the mirror. Do I look so unlike Angelina Jolie? When did those shadows appear under my eyes? Everything about me is too dark, I abruptly decide. My hair, my brows, my sallow skin. I need to get something bleached. Or maybe everything, all at once. There must surely be a spa somewhere that has an all-in-one bleaching tank. One quick dip; keep your mouth open for the teeth-whitening option. Hmm. Is there a piece in that? I type Bleach? into my BlackBerry, then attack

“It sounded like a scene from The Exorcist.” I brace the wet cloth against my lips to stifle a giggle. “I was worried I would see slugs hit the toilet water or a demon crack through your spine,” he continues. “Stop,” I plead. I rise to rinse my face and hands in the sink behind Jackson. He watches with rapt attention as I wet my toothbrush, then rinse my teeth and tongue. I’ve learned toothpaste upsets me sometimes. I read online to use water sometimes and toothpaste as I can tolerate it. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have tiny bruise dots surrounding both eyes. I will need to research these online. I try to hide my worry about the dots decorating the edges of my eyes.

I still have shampoo in my hair and am quickly trying to rinse it free. “Who gives a damn about the soap Liam, fucking go!”Kalen snaps. As he screams the soap burns my right eye. “God dammit that burns. Kalen I’m going as fast as I fucking can. I can’t see”. I’m surprised I don’t shatter the shower door as I open it in record time, racing into the bedroom, throwing on the first thing I find.

Kianna My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut. A heavy, exhausting pressure pinned my entire body to the mattress, rendering my head, arms, and legs completely unresponsive. The moment I tried to breathe deeply, the sharp, overwhelming stench of bleach and medicinal alcohol invaded my nostrils, making me wince. A rhythmic, electronic beep pierced the silence, drilling straight into my skull. I forced my eyes open. The world was a blinding, over-exposed blur of harsh light and moving shadows. I blinked rapidly, waiting for the glare to recede until the room finally settled into focus. Blue and white privacy curtains hemmed me in.

I curl into a ball and cry into the night before my eyelids finally close and I'm taken away by sleep. I wake up with a heavy heart the next morning, looking into the mirror I feel a sudden the revolt towards the person staring back at me, I hate myself for crying over someone who clearly doesn't deserve me. Turning the tap on, I wash my face and clean it with a towel before undressing and running myself a hot bath. Mum and Dad should be downstairs making breakfast, so I have to look like I didn't cry to sleep, I can't let them see me like this, hell I can't let myself see me like this. I bring a lemon and cucumber out from my mini fridge, I cut the lemon in half and then rub one half on my

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

I am dying for real this time. Shut up and lean over the sink he said pushing my head down under the stream of cool water. The water hit my face and it helped a little but not enough and I was still gasping and yelling because every time I blinked it flared up again. He was right there next to me one hand on the back of my neck holding me steady while the other tried to help splash water directly onto my eyes. Milk maybe he muttered to himself I think I heard milk helps with this shit. “Do not move I am grabbing some.”

Yet, I was doing this. What is happening to me? Rushing into the bathroom, I lock the door behind me. I walk over to the sink, splashing some water on my face, trying to calm my breathing. Looking up into the mirror, I gasp in horror at the sight of my eyes. They are blood red. They almost look like they are bleeding themselves. Slowly over the next few minutes, my eyes turn back to their normal blue as my anger dissipates. I needed to talk to someone. Anyone. Sebastian.

A receptionist at the far corner of the room. "How can I help- oh, oh, Alpha Kalina!" Her face with utter shock she bows her head as if I was royalty. She knew my full name as well. What the hell did mom keep from me. My eyes were burning no doubt my contacts needed changing. Mom got these special contacts that formed to my eyes and melted away after a month. No one at school could ever find them. Mom just had a good doctor I assumed. Now I'm not so sure. Getting a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, I looked rough as hell, blood still caked to my face and hair matted up, but my eyes. They were turning a deep purple. What In the world. I'd never seen anything like it. I brushed it off as