Novel & Cerita Don't Open Your Eyes

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of pure heart. Ananya It hurts everywhere. I don't want to open my eyes. I just want to sleep forever but my peace was disturbed by a unknown beep sound. I tried to open my eyes. I squinted my eyes a bit rough, shutting them tightly once before opening them again. A bright light hit my eyes as i gradually opened them. They weren't bright but they seemed almost blinding. I looked around the room it was a spacious room. But even before i opened my eyes , i knew the place

Long task I know. First opening my eyes then to get up and then to check the windows and to close the curtains. Ufff....alas! I have to do it. Slowly I started to open my eyes but wait!! I can't open my eyes!! what the hell... am I dreaming? I pinched myself and came to know that I ain't dreaming it's reality... that... I can't open my eyes. I tried again... and again and again. Not helping... Let's call for help.

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.

"We need you to stay awake. Don't close your eyes. Fight!" I try to force my eyelids to remain open, but they won't listen to me. Everything begins to fade, and my consciousness drifts away…

"I need you to open your eyes then. You don't have to look at me, just open your eyes." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Ella Everything is different the moment I open my eyes. I don’t really want to wake up, to face a world without my baby in it, but my grief is momentarily dimmed by my wolf’s elation to finally be free. The temptation to bury my sorrows deep down and let myself be distracted is incredibly alluring, and I throw myself into denial with full force.

My eyelids start feeling heavy and I allow them to shut down for a sleep. A knock at the door startles and I open my eyes to turn my head towards the door. Do I have to tell the person to come in? I open my mouth, but the door opens automatically and the loud, nerve wrecking voice comes through. "Welcome." ****************

A stranger shouts. “She is squeezing our hands!” My dad shouts, the joy evident in his voice. Okay. Squeezed their hands, now gotta open my eyes. Come on, eyeballs, open…nothing. Okay. Umm, open sesame? Again, nothing. STUPID FUCKING EYEBALLS OPEN UP! Whoops, I’m not allowed to curse. I don’t think I should tell my mom or dad about that. Suddenly, I’m looking up at the white ceiling of a room I don’t recognize.

A sure given way to help me get out of my head after the kind of day I had which I really don’t want to think about. Is it the day or a person you don’t want to think about? “Come on, Dorey,” someone at the far end of the crowd shouts my stage name, waggling his tongue at me like a dog. The lights here are positioned in such a way that it’s on me, but I can make out the woman clearly. “We’re not feeling it.” Not feeling it? What can I do about that?

There is no transition, from dark to light and shadow. My eyes open. But still, the ocean has taken a part of me. Eyes open. But I do not see.