Bloodstains Lyrics Novels & Stories

“There’s so much blood on your hands, your chest Bryain, you’re wounded! Oh my God” “Lily, I’m fine,” I said quietly. She shook her head, terrified. “No, you’re not! Look at yourself!” I looked down at my arms, my shirt, my skin soaked in thick, dark blood. But all I could say was, “Most of this isn’t my blood, It’s from the enemies, It’s from Lucas.” She gasped softly. I brushed her cheek with my thumb and whispered, “Go and clean up, I’ll be back soon.”

Blood blooms on my fingertips. “We give to you a piece of ourselves in return.” She says as she gently squeezes my wound, a drop of blood falls on the soil. She gently kisses my finger and whispers what sounds like a song. So quiet I can barely hear the melody. “Mama it hurts!” I cry.

I couldn’t tell them the truth…that Tyson had shattered me in every way possible. Gritting my teeth, I made my way to the bathroom. I grabbed a bucket, and a rag, and filled it with water, forcing myself to return to the living room to clean the blood stains left behind. As I scrubbed the floor, my hands shook. My mind flashed back to Tyson’s face, to the wicked glint in his eyes as he ignored my cries, his laughter echoing in my ears like a haunting melody. I scrubbed harder, trying to erase not just the blood but the memories, though I knew neither would ever truly go away.

Until everything is silent again. I stagger back, chest heaving, blood soaking my shirt, my hands, my face. My best friend lies still. I don’t know who I am right now. My knuckles are shredded. My shirt is clinging wet to my back. I turn to the sink, twist the knob too hard. Cold water pours out. I shove my hands under it. The water runs red. The blood doesn’t come off. It only spreads. That’s when the door slams open again.

I demanded. "Honey, I—" "Save it. We're done." To amplify the drama of the moment, I squeezed out a few tears. I wasn't even sure if I was acting or if I genuinely felt the bitterness and sorrow. Lindsey's parents rushed onto the stage. They stumbled as they grabbed my arm and began pleading for another chance for their daughter. "Mr. and Mrs. Stirling, I'm sorry. But it's over between us." Then I pushed open the door, and the sunlight outside shone on my face. The air smelled like freedom.

Jaxson I am delirious with confusion. I’m staggering around, like a limp pup with one leg, bloody and purely exhausted. I want to collapse, hell, my wolf wants me to fold in and just lay down, but I can’t. I keep stumbling forward with every painful drag of my wounded leg. I don’t know how I got this way, or what it’s going to take for this nightmare to end, but one thing is clear. This blood isn’t mine; it’s Aurora’s.

The blood-stained memories flooded my mind, the haunting images of my parents' lifeless bodies and the wreckage of our shattered lives. "No, Vincenzo. Please, I can't," I pleaded, my voice quivering with fear. I pointed to his car, my trembling finger betraying the turmoil within me. "I can see their faces. I can see the blood everywhere. I can't bear it." The crimson stains seemed to seep into every corner of my vision, a constant reminder of the irreversible tragedy. The voices in my head taunted me, repeating the accusations that tore at my soul. The weight of guilt threatened to consume me, overwhelming any semblance of hope or peace.

The sound of the gun shot rings through my ears and i feel the blood flowing towards my prom dress and staining it red. I look at the body again and suddenly in the place of the previous person, there lies Scarlet bleeding. She silently sobs while her gaping wound starts bleeding profusely. Tears run down my face and i hold her close. I tear at the ends of my dress trying my best to stop the bleeding. Just as i think that the bleeding had stopped and that she could be saved, she loses the light in her eyes right in front of my eyes. I shake her violently, but she doesn't wake up and i scream.

In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood. On the back of the wrapper, a few crooked words had been scratched out in blood. I had carved them with my fingernail, bit by bit. The officer held up the evidence bag and read the words aloud for everyone to hear. "Mom, I wish you had never had me." The moment those words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Mom looked like someone had ripped out her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely. Liam stared at my body covered by the white sheet. He clawed at the floor like a madman, making horrible scraping sounds.

DAISY POV Blood dripped from my face onto the cold concrete floor. Drop… after drop… after drop. Warm and sticky, it slid down my cheek, tracing a slow path along my jaw before soaking into the collar of my shirt. The metallic scent filled my nose, thick and nauseating. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I stared at the spreading red spots, my vision blurring with tears. I slowly lifted my eyes and looked at Diesel. There was pure shock written across his face. His storm-gray eyes were wide, locked on the blood covering me. For a terrifying second, the whole room seemed to freeze. Then he muttered, his voice rough and low, almost broken: