Ear Pierced Bleeding Novels & Stories

“This is what you get for wearing things that don’t belong to you!” Earth shattering pain began to radiate from my ears as I looked down to see blood steadily streaming on to the floor from both sides of my face. He ripped the earrings right out of my ears. I felt something inside me snap. I let out a blood curdling scream that I’m sure echoed through the corridor. I had nothing left in me. ‘Iris…’ I called to her and no sooner did Iris thrust forward in a massive burst of rage. My body begins shifting.

When he became round with the small steel hammer-like issue and the huge hole factor needle, I begged, "Prevent, please..." He smiled, simply to twistedly kiss my cheek in which the tears had commenced, then held up the whole factor for me to peer it higher, to peer the way it shaped a form of eye screw that could near the steel right into an atypical piercing, even though now no longer one supposed to be worn for an extended length of time. I could not appear to shut my eyes while he placed it with the attention of the forceps and I stared down, in a form of horror, below the shares in my restricted view.

she asked as if her joy was a balloon, and I had popped it with a sharp needle. "I bled from my noes on two occasions. The first one was four days ago while I was brushing my teeth, and the second occasion was in the shower before I came here." I said, and she gently sat on her chair. "Was it much or little?" she asked. "I had to stuff cotton wool in my nostrils for the first one, but the second one wasn't much," I explained, and she nodded. "I would need to scan your head and run some tests. Shall we do it this evening after I have prepared everything?" she asked, and I nodded, okay with her suggestions.

I said as I pulled my hand back on my lap. “Wait, I missed this,” Allorah said as she pulls out a small pin. Holding my hand back, she fixes it. I watch curiously as her hands move diligently. “All…” Allorah mutter but stopped. Furrowing my eyebrows, I close and open my eyes. What was that? “Allorah?” I said as I snap my head up. Shocked at what I see, I move and grab her. Allorah was bleeding from her nose. It wasn’t a normal bleeding; it was like if a deep wound had opened. Covering her face, Allorah stood up and back away.

Blood. "Blake, stop. You are hurting yourself." Nero's quiet words pierced the haze that clouded my senses as I realized I was bleeding heavily from my nose and out my ears like waterfalls. My eyes widened, my heart dropping. "Blake, stop!! I am begging you!!" He sounded almost hysterical now, desperation clawing at his throat with the force of a viper. "You are only going to hurt yourself further."

I blinked away the tears from my eyes, before cleaning my face with my sleeve and looking up at him. "In case you're curious about this, it's nothing. I'm actually healthy, it's just that… you're not supposed to see this in the first place," he murmured the last part and ruffled his hair, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I'm not good with tight closures. Less ventilation caused this," he explained, pointing to his bleeding nose. Wasn't he bleeding too much? His hands were already stained with blood, yet he seemed unfazed. "I wasn't supposed to go too deep inside you, so that's the cause. You've already aroused me, but I can't continue. Expect me anytime in the night."

My hands flew to my ears, but it was too late. The scream burrowed into my skull like fire-tipped needles. A splitting pressure built behind my ears, hot and unbearable. Then, pop. Agony. Blinding, red-hot, liquid agony. I felt it before I saw it: warm fluid pouring out of my ears, sticky against my hands. Blood. A wave of dizziness hit me hard. My vision flickered, then flooded with searing white, as if the sun had exploded behind my eyes. My body wavered.

There was a faint ringing in my ear, I put my hand to my left ear and felt a liquid, I dabbed at it and looked at it, it was blood. I was bleeding from my ear. What the hell was that hag trying to do to me with her scream, fry my brain? I shook my head, the ringing had already subsided, my healing was kicking in. “If there are more like that here, we are going to have a hard time,” I told Claude. He grimaced, “We are in the thick of it now, no choice but to go through.” I nodded. He was right, we had gotten all the way here, there was no turning back now.

I rubbed the blood between my fingers with a frown on my face, contemplating. Why was this happening to me? I glanced over at Liza, who was in the chair beside my bed sleeping and slowly eased myself off the bed and creeped my way into the bathroom, silently closing the door behind me. I approached the mirror over the sink and looked at my dull appearance. Dark brown eyes stared at each other with dark circles beneath them, blood continued to drip from my ear. I turned on the sink and washed my face and then took a piece of toilet paper to wipe at the blood that came from my ear. Luckily, the bleeding had already stopped.

Blood swept down onto Claire’s hand as she studied his. “It’s gonna need to stay open. We’ll wrap it and I have some powder we can use to stop the bleeding but it will need to heal on its own.” Claire said, giving him his hand back. She then stood leaning over him as she studied his shoulder. She frowned deeply seeing all her work gone and needing to be redone. She then stood and looked at his ear. She touched it slightly and he winced. The cut was long but wouldn't cause any damage to his actual ear.