Novel & Cerita Bleed Just To Know Your Alive

Bleeding Out Hunter pov The adrenaline that had carried me through the fight began to ebb, and with it came the full realization of just how much blood I was losing. What had started as a manageable wound was now a steady stream of crimson that soaked through my shirt and dripped steadily onto the asphalt beneath my feet. "James," I said, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I don't think—" My legs gave out without warning, sending me crashing to my knees beside my SUV. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding together as my vision blurred at the edges. I pressed both hands against my shoulder, trying to stem the flow, but the blood kept coming, warm and thick between my fingers

she screamed. I looked at him. His head was injured. It was bleeding too. And the stomach. I couldn’t look at him. He was completely covered with bruises. I felt like I turned deaf. I couldn’t hear anything, everything was drowned out. And the picture became blurry. Everything was in slow-mo. I was shaking like an addict. I felt someone’s hands on my shoulders, then they cupped my face. It was Raf. He was telling me something, but I heard only echoes of my mind. They were telling me: “You will be alone. Nobody is going to be there for you. Lincoln is going to die…”

Will I eventually die now, after minutes of trying to fight for it? What happened to the driver? Is Harrison all okay? Am I still alive? I could feel a hot liquid trickle down my forehead. Everything went darker and into a blur. I am bleeding from my head. Is this the end of me? I still want to live. Please let me live.

Tied to a chair. Beaten. Bleeding. Still alive. But slightly. And the voice at the back of the digicam whispered simply one aspect: “Time to pick out who dies next.”

"It's fine. Mommy is just—" I had overestimated myself. The moment I looked down at my own body, my breath hitched. Blood. I was bleeding. Something was wrong. Only bleeding would have been fine, It was gushing out like I just split my skin open. "Ella? Are you listening?" I called out, my voice shaky. No response. Silence. Pure, deafening silence. "Ella! Are you here? Ella!" I screamed inside my head. I needed to heal myself. To my worst luck,

My hands trembled as I pressed them to my stomach, tears streaming down my face. “No, no, no,” I whispered, shaking my head. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as fear hooked me. I grabbed my phone, dialing Leo with shaking hands. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail. My stomach sank. He wasn’t coming. I decided to text him instead, ‘Leo I’m bleeding , I need help.’ For a moment, I just sat there, helpless and scared. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. “You can do this,” I whispered. My voice was shaky, and I didn't want to think about why I was bleeding.

The раіn in mу hеаd bеgіnѕ tо detach mе frоm my bоdу. I’m lуіng thеrе blееdіng аnd holding in the ѕоbѕ аѕ I ѕtаrt tо rеаlіzе thаt thіѕ іѕ it. I’m going to dіе. Thеу nееd tо fіnd mе аnd eliminate me. I’m a wіtnеѕѕ, аnd іt’ѕ оnlу a mаttеr оf tіmе.

I could almost laugh. But as I reached the edge of the woods, I knew I had to sell this. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, then dragged a broken nail down my palm, hard enough to draw blood. The sharp sting made me wince, but I bit back the pain. I smeared the blood across my uniform, my cheek, even streaked a bit in my hair. Perfectly messy. A survivor. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I forced my eyes to well up with tears, letting my lips quiver as I stumbled forward, screaming, “Hailey! Help! Help!”

“Oh, Selene, reach over there and grab that cup of ice please.” Mama does as she asks. She carefully gives me a few pieces of ice. “Be careful, don’t bite, just suck on them. We don’t want you to choke.” The doctor says. I nod and follow as she says. “You’ve been out a couple of days. You had some internal bleeding that needed to be fixed but you’re all better now.” The doctor explains. I can feel a little moisture in my throat so I ask, “Did I die?” “Yes. You did.” Evelyn answers bluntly.

I bit down on a scream, sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the cold tile floor, clutching my bleeding hand to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I forced myself to stay awake. “Come on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Come on, Joe. You wanted a show. Here it is.” Blood pooled beneath me, and my hand throbbed in time with my heart, every beat a reminder that I was still alive. I pressed my bleeding hand harder against my chest, smearing blood across my clothes, and across my skin. I tilted my head back against the wall, letting my eyes flutter half-closed, just enough to look weak and broken.