Novel & Cerita How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood

'Worthless. 'Bitch... 'Coward... 'You'll never be anything in life... 'Why do you still fight? 'Why do you keep trying? 'Why do you keep hoping? 'It's hopeless. 'You'll always be a failure!!!' Tears rolled down my cheeks as I dropped the blade in my hand. I watched as the dark red liquid seeped through slits in my arm. There was so much blood my whole arm was covered in the red liquid. 'I didn't say you could stop!'

“I’m the one who broke your heart and drove you away. I’m the one who let him take you because I was too blind and stupid to see what I had until it was gone.” The raw honesty in his words made something inside me ache. “How do I break this?” I looked at the barrier between us. “How do I get you out?” Hope blazed in his eyes. “Your blood. You made this barrier with your blood. It will answer to you.” I didn’t hesitate. Using a sharp rock from the ground, I sliced open my palm, gasping at the sudden pain. Blood welled up, bright red against my pale skin. I pressed my bleeding hand against the barrier.

Ferra spoke up, taking a step forward, and I flinched a little before looking at Draven, who was surprisingly staring at me now too. “I’ll pass. Like I said, I’m fine,” he raised his voice a little and was about to get up but stopped to hiss in pain, his face scrunching up in pain before he leaned against the bedpost again. “Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, and I could hear the boys trying to convince him to do as they say. “You can have my blood,” I blabbered out without even thinking, and everyone grew quiet at my words. “Just-just get better…” I trailed away, and I watched Draven furrow his eyebrows together before shaking his head.

Chapter 182 Brenda's Pov _ I took a deep breath, grabbed the sharpest shard, and pressed it against my arm, not deep enough to scar, just enough to leave a fresh cut. I gasped at the sting. Blood trickled. I slapped the door, smearing it. “Help me!” I shouted louder. Please!” “I’m bleeding too much! I swear I didn’t mean to, I can’t stop it! I made my voice sound shaky and terrified.

If you cannot control the blood that I gave to you, my blood will control you and that will lead you to your death. I stop thinking when I heard her scream and at the same time, the blood in her body started to moved like it has its own mind. They are moving like a whip that made me smile, she makes her own power, she can control her blood, that means she wont die but my smile faded when I saw what happened next. The blood that is formulating like a whip started to attack her. She is attacking herself! I want to cover my ears when I hear her cry in pain as she can't stop attacking herself.

I growled, my heart bleeding crimson. I'd wanted to pull a gun and shoot the bastard. He'd dared to touch what belonged to me. The screeching sound of my gritted teeth filled my ears as the image of them pressed together flashed before my eyes. My blood boiled, my chest tightened, and my pride bled out with darkness. It had taken everything I possessed not to step forward at that moment and break Brea’s arm, so it would never touch anyone else again, but me. She knew how to piss me the fuck off without even making an effort.

I pull out my knife. He watches. “What’s this about?” he asks me. “I’m trying to help the baby,” I say. “I’m trying to make it stronger.” His eyes go wide. “You’re doing blood magic.” “I’m only using my own blood,” I say. “Nobody’s getting hurt.” “You’re getting hurt.” He catches my hand and holds it out. “Fucking hell. How many times have you done it?” “Just a couple.” “Don’t lie. I can see the damn scars, Lyra.”

I just watched my blood drip heavily onto the wooden table surface, thick and dark. "Yeahh that's it, feel the pain," I said softly to myself in the mirror, watching the crimson pool expand on the wood. "You deserve every bit of it." It was the only thing that made sense right now. The pain in my hand was nothing compared to the tearing in my chest. I stared at the cut, making a silent, twisted promise to myself. I will keep cutting you everyday until Danny is found. Every single day he is gone, I will bleed. But it wasn't enough. The disgust I felt for myself was still clawing at my throat, suffocating me.

I threw the picture in my hand and stepped onto it while glaring at the wall infront of me. 'I despise you with every drop of blood in my veins' 'Now its my time to play with you...you will pay for very drop of my brother's blood which he has wasted for you' 'every drop of your blood will be my pleasure...Naomi Madison'

that makes me a murderer doesn't it? Will i turn to a devil just like ma was?, will i capture little children just to injure them and drink their blood? I do not want to do such, I don't want to hurt anyone. somebody help !! please help me!! ....... present...... the tears flow freely, I do not even attempt to stop it. No, I can feel the redness in both my palms and my memory, I feel the need to see blood, to feel it !