Dream Bleeding From Mouth Novels & Stories

I crawl out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom to check for bruising. My nose was a pale purple color, and my left side was black, purple and blue. I put my hand on my cheek and start to think about what to do. As soon as my hand comes into contact with my cheek I instantly pull it away. My right cheek had a red handprint on it. I touch my cheek and the events from my dream reappear. None of my makeup is able to hide the bruises. I hear a knock on my door and stare at my face. I decide to take the makeup off because there isn't a point. I walk over to the door.

Dad teased back. A few hours into my sleep, I awoke. I tend to have nightmares, and they are about me. I kept having the same dream over and over and over again. Me facing a mirror, with my reflection staring back at me, but it was way more different from me, her eyes were ash and black and gold mixed together. It was appealing like it showed so much self-control and power but it was also scary. My mouth had excess blood that had dried and my fangs were shown, along with my claws. They were drenched in blood, I couldn't tell if it was human or not and then my dream would end when I look at my reflection and it would smile back at me.

I lie on the floor, panting slightly in panic when I see the blood spreading on the floor alarmingly fast before dark spots fill my vision. I cut too deep.

White and black filled my vision. "Endure it a little more." Conrad's cold voice made goosebumps settle on my skin. "Ugh! My throat hurts from screaming. And tears kept flowing at the side of my eyes. The moment I looked down, realization hit me like a truck. "Why am I...b-bleeding?!" Dark red oozed out of me like water from a broken pipe. The white bedsheet is now stained with my blood and my previously lilac nightgown cannot be recognized by it's soft color anymore.

Copper and Salt. My hand flies to my mouth, fingers trembling against wetness. Blood. Just a smear—my own, warm and real—but enough to make my stomach twist into knots that won't untangle. I've bitten through my lip hard enough to break skin, hard enough to wake myself with pain rather than let the dream continue. The pain anchors me. Tells me I'm alive. Awake. Here. But where is here?

Her form began to fade right in front of me, dissolving into mist and disappearing into the thin air. I reached out to touch her, filled with desperation. “How? Tell me how… please.” But the dream collapsed around me before I could get an answer. I woke up choking. My throat was burning and my breathing was shallow as my chest heaved. I coughed hard, trying to clear my throat, but hot liquid splattered across my hands. Blood. My blood. It dropped down from my lips, staining my clothes, the sheets and the floor. I gasped for air and wiped at my mouth with shaking fingers. The rate of metal filled my mouth, thick and nauseating.

I take this time to compare his eyes with the Golden flame that I saw in my dream just now. Am I thinking about him so much that I have started to dream about the colour of his eyes? The thought is frightening and it makes me avert my eyes away. Gradually, I recall what I did. I sit up in the bed and look down at my body. Blood is everywhere, on my neck, my stomach and I feel it on my face as well. Some wounds are still bleeding but nothing hurts deep inside me. It’s like all my bones have healed and I am not sure how. Maybe, I never broke any bone.

I found myself on the floor. A sharp pain is banging on my left cheek .. not to forgot birds flying around my spinning head , he.. *tears* he ... *tears*. ...he slapped me My head is spinning and hurting because of the slap ...I am seeing dark spots infront of my eyes. I am feeling problem to breath through my nose so, I opened my mouth to breath properly and I taste the copper like taste ... I think my lips are also bleeding from the left side. I am panting and crying due to pain and on my helplessness.

His growl vibrated through her bones, claiming, consuming and Amanda screamed. She woke up with a violent gasp, clutching her throat. Moonlight filtered through her curtains, pale and cold. Her skin prickled with sweat. She scrambled to the mirror, tugging her collar down and froze. A faint bruise marred her neck, right where his teeth had been in the dream. Her breath shuddered out of her lungs. It wasn’t just a dream. It was something far more dangerous.