Day Bleeds Novels & Stories

John looked at me with worry seeping through his eyes. "Five guys." I sighed faintly, shaking my head. I didn't even feel pathetic because though there were five guys against one, I managed to knock 2.5 of them out. I turned around and opened my car door. "Where are you going?" Shane asked as I started to get in the car. "To get some fucking alcohol swabs." I shut the car door behind me and sped off before they could stop me. When I got back to my house after going to the convenient store and buying some bandages and disinfectant to clean the cuts, I noticed an extra car on the driveway.

I couldn’t be bothered about anything. Ms. Bothered—no, it was Heather—was shrieking in pain in front of me, her palm closed on her nose to keep it in place. Her friends, the hateful girls from yesterday, scurried around in search of something to keep the blood from dropping onto the floor. After recovering from her shock, the girl, Heather, sneered at me. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal the attention of everyone, including Ace?" Her voice dripped with venom.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

I didn't realize that it was me spewing comforting lies as I rushed to the bathroom, the dread in the pit of my stomach growing with each second as my blood dripped from my nose. * * * A/N : Joy's nose bleeding isn't random. For people suffering from leukaemia, it's difficult for their blood to clot and they occasionally have nose bleeds. It may or may not be severe.

The monitor screamed again, going off with a loud beep. “BP’s tanking,” Ian said, adding, “Seventy systolic.” Liora straightened, her eyes sharp as she said, “It's an internal bleed—likely delayed. Blunt trauma can lie.” "We need to see what we're dealing with," Lily responded. Liora turned sharply to Brad and said, “I need a CT scan. Trauma protocol. Now.” “On it,” Brad said, already moving. As Brad walked away, the patient gasped—then went still.

“I HEARD THAT!” Caleb barked a startled laugh and instantly hissed in pain. “Ow—damn it.” I turned to him. “You okay?” “Just pride injuries,” he said lightly. “And maybe a cracked rib.” Blaze had a tear in his side and blood speckled his jaw. “You’re bleeding,” I told him. He shrugged. “It’s shallow.” Sheila stared at him and then burst into fresh tears. “My dress is ruined.” The desert wind finally blew.

Start- The cool breeze of the early morning was blowing at is full speed where as the sun was about to arise but got covered by the dark side clouds which engulfed the whole sky , stopping the daylight from scattering around . The blow of wind turned more forceful and aggressive as his bewildered and widened gaze trailed at the white satin sheet waving which was wrapping over her whole body who was standing at the edge of that balcony . Her chestnut brown hair were flowing with the force of air as her Amber orbs were starting above at the still dark sky where as her deets were on the ending ceiling of the wall that was covering that balcony on the 17th floor at that building.

“What the hell was that? You're bleeding. Mr. Knight will be so pissed, “ Blake quickly approached me. I flashed him a smile. “Get the camera,” I mumbled with great difficulty, my face was bleeding, I had a broken nose, jaw, and my forehead was equally bleeding but it was all worth it. Blake grabbed the camera and helped me up. “Looks like you'd end up in a hospital bed after all,” he glared at me. “Yup, but it was totally worth it,” I smiled.

At that moment, I walked into the ward just as he sat up. “No,” Denver argued. “You’re not going to die, Blake” He said. Blake’s hands ripped across the hospital scrubs that he was wearing and he turned his chest to Denver. There was a spreading sore across his skin, red with blisters and blood. It was all over his chest and his arms. Legs. “Oh my God!” I blurted out, drawing both their attentions. He turned to me immediately. Blake. “Is it that bad?” He questioned. My eyes darted to Denver who shook his head. In turn, I did the same.

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.