Novel & Cerita Bleach Writing

The new shoes, the tag still on. I remember it happening in slow motion. How she took a bottle of bleach from the sink and poured the entire thing on them. My months of hard work... gone. And that day? I attempted to... harm myself. Because I was so tired. Just so tired of it all.” My heart beat faster in my chest, and for a moment, I was sure it could be heard across the room. I remembered that day. I poured the bleach on his shoes. I bit my lip, trying to stay calm as I stared at Aaron’s face. That same puppy-dog look he always wore—one that somehow made me feel like the worst person on earth.

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

29 A knock on my room door interrupted my reading. I was reading 'Bloom', the book Zac had given me. He was right when he said I would like it. It was heartwarming and made me smile as I thought about my mom. Speak of the devil. Zac walked in, staring down at his shoes as he walked over to me. My eyebrows pulled together as I instantly noticed his knuckles that were cut up and bruised. I blinked, sitting up straighter. "Zac... what happened? What's wrong?"

2 years later I am here outside my school, feeling the breeze of the air that is touching my skin. And as this engineering school of mine is near the Manila bay, where you can watch the beautiful sunset, I stood here and watched that masterpiece of the nature. The sky is in the color of orange, yellow, and a hint of blue. Which calms my mind. I hugged myslef as I can feel the cold breeze. I took a deep breath, and smiled. I can’t help ut to smile. Everything is over. Everything have fall in their places. There is no more of everything. I’m at peace. We are at peace. Of my best friend slash brides maid Elocin, and my fiance Elexier. Yes, that’s right, fiance.

Having the consequences of that action surface weeks later was too much for me. I walked to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror above the sink, washing my face over and over. The many washes did not make my eyes any less red, but it made the tears stop and made my vision clear enough for me to see a bottle of bleach on the wood stand above the toilet seat.

He breath".... "Now you have made that heart to bleed , Ridhima vansh Rai singhania. Happy reading

I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it. Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

November. The thirty-third review. She writes it at the kitchen table with the Cristina pen, which is how she has been writing the annual reviews since October two years ago. The pen has been writing for thirty-eight years now — hers and Cristina's together. When she uses it she can feel the weight of Cristina's thirty-six years of briefs in it. Not as memory. As structure. She is fifty-third years old. Thirty-four years into the second life.