Bleed Just To Know Your Alive Novels & Stories

He'd been reduced to a weeping, bleeding mess on a gravel road, and the irony wasn't lost on me. I slowly pulled my palm away from his mouth, checking the blade in the sunlight. Crimson gleamed along its edge. I grinned, my teeth gleaming against the dark tan of my face. "Don't worry, big bro. You're not going to die from these little stabs. I know exactly where the main arteries are, and I'm avoiding them perfectly." I paused, letting the words sink in. "I want you awake for the rest of this. I want you to feel every second."

“I don’t. I can handle myself without .” He spread his arms around to show the damage caused. “What are you talking about? You’re on the ground bleeding. You have nothing left. I can easily kill you where you lay. You clearly need my help. Shouldn’t you ask for it?” “I’m an alpha dummy, a true one,” I coughed up blood. The damage was more than I would have expected. My lower abdomen started to bleed out as my healing factor wasn’t working anymore. If the poisons were not taken out of my system I could die.

I work with it every single day. I know the difference between fresh and old, arterial and venous, the way it changes when adrenaline is high or when the body is already giving up. Recognizing it wasn’t hard, my body reacted before my mind did. Blood doesn’t lie, It doesn’t flirt neither does it exaggerate. It tells you exactly how much time you have left. As I walk to get a clearer view the scent grows stronger now, heavier, pooling somewhere it shouldn’t be, I already knew whatever was bleeding out there wasn’t just a scrape or a drunken fall.

“I can’t remember much but I remember she said she would not return my heartbeat. I thought I would die. I remembered the feeling of my insides like I was going to explode as she put her paws on me” “You were dying Jade. It was two days and there was no heartbeat. Your body was already pale and cold and suddenly your heartbeat returned” “Did she spare me? How is it that I’m alive but It didn’t work? What went wrong?” I was saddened. I went through this risky process and survived only for it not to work. Keanu cupped my cheek “Hey don’t be sad. You made it out alive. That’s something we should be grateful about” I know I should be thankful but why do I feel sad? It was like fighting for somet

It felt like my heart had been wretched out of my body. “Why reveal this to me now?” I asked. “I need your blood to survive, I am sick and your blood is the only thing that has kept me alive all this while”

I had shifted from the spot. "You're bleeding..."

"Open wide." Kill me.

Gutting. There's no answer in sight As his soul is stripped bare. Those blips of consciousness Catch me completely unaware. A wind through the weeds... And we all bleed. Tears stung my eyes as she hit a crescendo, let the note hang, stilling her fingers. A pain no one sees. To home, I will lead. And we all bleed. Oh, how I bleed.

“Again. You did it.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. My phone buzzes on the vanity, lighting up with a cascade of notifications. – *Insane show. LA office wants you on a call in an hour.* – *Sponsor wants a backstage selfie ASAP—strike while the #BleedForMeChallenge is hot.* – *We’re up 18% in streams mid‑show. Push a live Q&A?* I flip it face‑down. “Later,” I tell the dark screen. “I just stopped bleeding. Let me clot for five minutes.”

Charles, Pearl, and the others would surely tell our alpha their version of what had happened. There was little I could do now, and I continued to force one foot in front of the other, playing Kelly Clarkson’s “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” in my head, focusing on the lyrics. I had to believe they were true. I wasn’t dead, so I’d survive. I had to.