Bleach Splashed In Eye Novels & Stories

I ran the wipe over my nose, when I heard the door opening. ‘Busy,’ I said hoping they would just go away. I heard the door close and I figured they were gone. I wiped the sparkles of my eyelids. It was some sort of waterproof glue they used to keep the glitter and the sparkle in place. I get it, it would be horrible if we were dancing and a drop of sweat and glitter would come into our eyes, yet it was almost impossible to clean off. I opened my eyes to check up on my progress and screamed.

My insides churned and burned like when the fire surrounded me earlier. "What is happening to me?" I asked rhetorically and soon my vision started to blur. I blinked several times to clear it but it didn't work. I couldn't see clearly and it was starting to freak me out. Finding my way to the light switch, I turned it on and managed to get to the bathroom. I rushed and switched on the water, using it to wash my face vigorously. I washed like my life depended on it. When I opened my eyes, everything became clear and I exhaled but when I looked into the room, my eyes were glowing a shade of white and blue.

I dropped the knife in my hands and dabbed at my eyes with the edge of the apron, squinting and blinking rapidly to reduce the burning sensation in my eyes. "Are you okay?" Adrian asked, concern lacing his tone. "No. I am not okay." I whined as the burning sensation in my eyes did not seem to be receding. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "My eyes are burning. They sting!" I whined, blinking my eyes rapidly again. "That's normal while cutting onions." he said. "I saw that in a documentary once. What do I do about my eyes? They're hurting seriously." "Just calm down. It will stop stinging you after a while. Don't rub on your eyes too much, or they'll bruise." Adrian said, wrapping his fingers a

My eyes widened as I saw Achilles, lying on the floor looking in extreme pain, his hand on his chest and coughing aggressively. I ran over to him immediately. My breath quickened. “God–Achilles, what—what…” I looked at a bottle of bleach kept beside him. Gasping, I stood up and ran around to find water. Picking up a one-litre bottle, I rushed back and forcefully put the bottle in his mouth. He opened his mouth and started drinking it. “Oh god, Y-You’re gonna be fine,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say before getting up and calling 911 immediately.

“India, can you help me! I can barely see, and my eyes are burning terribly.” She came over to the counter, took him by the wrist, and went over to the kitchen sink, as she turned on the cold water. “Rinse your eyes here.” “I can't see; it hurts every time I try to open my eyes. Could you please help me?” Use the liquid soap to wash Denver's hands, then rinse them gently. Kita takes the cold water and splashes his eyes; she places the towel in my hand. “You're okay now, Denver?”

Just how I liked it. By the time I finished, my scalp burned slightly, a prickling reminder of the lengths I was willing to go. I washed my hands, the cold water soothing against my skin. As I rinsed off the bleach, droplets splattered against the porcelain sink, swirling down the drain. Then a honk startled me. Short. Loud. Annoying.

His hand clutched my neck fiercely, I could see black spots at the corners of my eyes as my air circulation was cut off. A part of me wanted to give up and just let him have his way, at least I’d be alive by the end of it. But then my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of an open bottle of bleach, just slightly out of my reach.

Calvin, you twat. Wringing out the water from the flannel, I place it gently on my face, and I groan. Gently wiping my lip and cut under my eye. I will end up with a black eye. Running the flannel back under the water, watching as the orangey pink colour of blood swirls down the drain. I wring it out again and place it back on my face.

This made Blair stagger backward in disgust. "Ewzzz…" She groaned, wiping her face with her shirt. The opportunity was slim, but she took the chance and maneuvered to execute a roundhouse kick with all the strength she could muster. Before Blair could land on the ground, she quickly threw silver dust at Zainne's eyes. She screamed in pain as the silver dust burned her eyes. Blinking hard, her vision was beginning to get blurry. All she saw was red, and her stormy gray eyes began to tear with blood.

he yelled and went out. I was crying badly but first I saw what was there. Otherwise what if it is something worse? But it was saline solution. I quickly washed my eyes with it. But still it wasn’t helping much. Milk. It would help. I ran outside, but I collided with something. Oops, I didn’t open my eyes. Ah… now even it is hurting. My forehead. Liquid is there… maybe blood? Anyways, I went out and I heard a voice. “Open your eyes, slut” he said.