Bleach Splashed In Eye Novels & Stories

Sabrina grabbed a big bottle of bleach and swung it at my head. I didn't even think. I blocked her arm and punched her right in the jaw. It was a solid hit. I felt the bone under my knuckles. The bleach bottle fell and shattered on the floor, splashing everywhere. She fell to her knees, holding her face. Blood was leaking through her fingers.

I glanced up at him. I sniffed. In that moment, I felt it: my nose was spilling; my eyes were burning. My head was banging. “Oh, god!” I gasped, stepping back. My hand slapped over my nose and mouth, and I pulled it back, staring at my slick palm. “How…,” I breathed. I moved to the sink and spent a full minute with my face under the rushing tap. I blew my nose, rinsed my eyes, my mouth, even splashed the back of my neck.

“But…” I opened my mouth to speak, to demand answers, but I never got the chance, something cold hit my face. What's this?? What's this smell? What the heck did she just….before I could react, before I could even inhale properly, she squirted it again, liquid splashing across my skin, into my eyes, my mouth. “What…?” I gasped, my hands flew up instinctively, but it was already too late, my vision blurred instantly, the world tilted immediately.

I dive to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Even that part of my morning routine is far from positive. As I reach the sink, I wonder for a second why our anti bac wipes – the ones that I used to clean the toilet yesterday – are sitting where I expected my make up remover wipes to be. I realise why, when I gaze into the mirror and see my face; I look like I’ve undergone a skin graft on a burns unit. Oh Christ. Only I, would encourage my best friend to nuzzle his face into my boobs and remove my make up with household bleach in a single bloody evening. How do I manage it?

I let out and ran away from the area. Locking the door of the washroom I cried until my eyes ran out of the tears. After crying my heart out to its satisfaction I walk out of the loo and stood before the row of the sinks. I cleaned my face and adjust my look. My two braids are now a bit messy due to slaps. Wiping my face I looked at my appearance in the mirror. My face is all red, especially my cheeks. They are hurting badly. Due to crying my eyes are red and itchy, not only that my head is also aching. I need rest!

Close your eyes little one. I blew out all the bubbles from my mouth, literally spitting on him. The water was coming down hard, my eyes clenched mercilessly. I floundered for something to lean on, disoriented by my lack of sight. A hand suddenly held mine, pulling it down. I did not fight, a cloth replacing my hand, wiping away all the shampoo water, and bubbles. He wiped over my eyelids. His thumb fell under my right eye, letting me know it was okay to open them and as I peeled my eyes open, his soft warm lips fell on my forehead.

She abruptly gets up screaming and splashes liquid on my face which assaults my eyes Fuck! Whiskey. I groan. She switches the light on. "Oh my God!" she rushes to me. "Bran! How did you get in?" She touches my face in panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She rushes to the bathroom and comes out with a small bottle,she stands in front of me. "Eyewash." She drops whatever she's holding in my eyes and does the same with the other one. "Come on," she drags me to the bathroom and helps me rinse my eyes for about 5-6 minutes, after I straighten.

HEEDAH'S POV She rushed at me with full force and immediately, I brought out the eye spray in my pocket and aimed it directly at her eyes before letting the contact fill up her eyes, she groaned in pain from being blind for a while, the eyes spray was effective definitely but its effect is not permanent, it's going to wear off for about 3 minutes or more. "I'm going to kill you," " my eyes " she screamed I ran towards the library's drawer and I tried pulling it open but it was locked.

It looked soulless… my eyes stopped talking and lost their glint. Suddenly a red hue spread over my white sclera and tears welled up to the brim of my eyes. I shook my head and splashed some more water on my face without letting the tears escape. I took a deep breath and exhaled fogging the mirror in front of me for a second.

I quickly took my towel from where it hung on the bathroom door and used it to cover my body. The footsteps kept approaching the bathroom door and I began to panic. I didn't have time to wash off the little foam around my eyes because I was panicking and as a result, the foam entered my eyes. I could barely see anything so I decided to wash the foam off my eyes. In the process of washing my eyes, I heard a slow knock on the bathroom door and the door knob slowly turning.