Bruises Book Novels & Stories

I unbuttoned the knitted turtleneck I was wearing and brushed my hair back to reveal the base of my neck. The color is still almost blackish gray and is now widening until it almost spreads to my collarbone. The purple streaks that surrounded it were also getting longer, this strangebruise seemed to be growing inside me. I'm still not entirely sure but deep inside I can guess what's triggering these growths of bruises and scars ... Alex.

‘‘Yeah, that seems to be true, I am glad she has a nice friend like you,’’ she commented and I froze. I wasn’t a nice friend, she of all people soul know how to read people, nice and I didn’t belong in one sentence. There are different kinds of bruises, some visible, some invincible. People tend to confuse the two, confuse between the one that hurts the most and the one that doesn’t.

Yet the bruises and small cuts scattered across her skin dulled that beauty, like cracks on a delicate piece of glass. How were you supposed to stay calm when every inch of your body burned with the desire to set the entire manor ablaze? Right… count backward. Ten… nine… eight… Her fragile hand trembled as she slowly placed it into mine. The moment I noticed the faint brownish-blue mark on her wrist, my jaw tightened. Someone had gripped her hard enough to leave a bruise. And judging by its color, it wasn’t old. A dark thought flashed through my mind.

Oh… the bruises. “Cazz,” I murmured, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. “I said, show me,” he snapped and stepped forward, reaching for my buttons. The instinct was to fight him, but as my hands reflexively came up to grab his wrists, I stopped myself. No. No. He had left bruises on me. And scrapes. Nail marks that cut my skin. Let him see them. All of them. Because I had realized it wasn’t just on my shoulder. There were fingerprint bruises on my hips, my thigh, and my side as well.

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I looked down and saw the most gruesome bruise I had ever witnessed in my life. It was the size of my palm, and the color was an ugly shade of purple mixed with a sickly yellow. The edges were jagged, as if something sharp had hit me, and I noticed tiny broken blood vessels on the surface of my skin. I tried to move, but the pain was too much. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes, only to find myself lying in my bed, my body covered in bruises. I felt confused and disoriented. How did I get these bruises? I tried to remember, but my mind was foggy, as if I had been drugged or hit on the head.

All I cared about was that something was wrong and Emiliana had turned to me for help. I looked into her dark eyes but they couldn’t meet mine. I let go of her, allowing her to wrap her arms around herself. And that’s when I saw it. I stroked my hand softly over the bruise, the perfect display of a hand print marred her delicious skin. I felt anger bubble to the surface, popping and spilling over in fluidic rage. I looked into her auburn eyes that brimmed with fear, cupping her chin with my hand.

It had a slight scent of aged perfume mixed with something more intense — perhaps fear. Bianca stood before the mirror, her fingers gliding mindlessly across the swollen area on her cheek. Despite the thick makeup, it still hurt — a dull, pulsating ache that throbbed with each heartbeat. The foundation was heavy and skillfully applied, yet the bruise’s intense purple still risked showing through. She flinched as her fingers glided over the sensitive skin. It wasn't her most serious injury, yet it somehow felt that way. She should have just stayed.

It wasn't long before I noticed a red bruise on her arm, which had likely contributed to her deteriorating condition. My instincts as a guardian and a protector kicked in, and I knew we needed to act swiftly. I gently touched the bruise and tried to understand what might have bitten or injured her. It was essential to identify the cause of the bruise to ensure she received the appropriate care. We needed to find a way to help her, even in the midst of this dark forest. "Why is it so red?" I inquired, a deep concern etched on my face as I examined the vivid redness of the bruise on Isabella's arm.

I added in an almost whisper tone. “Ignoring bruises due to a tight grip can lead to further complications,” he said after a few seconds of silence. I was slightly shocked. How did he know it was due to a tight grip? “Bruises are caused by blood vessels breaking under your skin, which can cause blood to pool and form a discoloration on the skin. If you ignore bruises, they can become more painful and take longer to heal or yet, expect for the worst,” he added. And now it felt more awkward. He does really have amazing instincts. “Now, will you tell me what happened?” he asked.