Inside My Shell I Wait And Bleed Novels & Stories

I start walking back into the direction of the trees until I lost sight of the grass path and Penny and Wade. “Kil!” Penny shouts. I can’t see her and I can’t hear her well. I sit down beside a tree and reach for my phone inside my hoodie pocket. I grab it and open the back. I grab a razor blade and look at it. I feel nothing. I press it into my wrist until it bleeds, I can’t feel it I just see blood. I pull it towards me then I do the other wrist. Still it feels numb. Then I put it to my neck and drag it across, blood follows. I just sit and wait. I can hear Penny and Wade shouting me but I can’t answer. I close my eyes and waited.

“Please. Just come back.” The doors to the surgical room stayed closed. The hallway stayed quiet. And I stayed right there, motionless, bleeding inside and waiting for a miracle.

Just a few more steps… I beg in my head. He shoots again, and it tears my back open. Shit Shit Shit I forcefully open my eyes, pushing the pain away, and leap toward him without thinking more. This is my last chance. If I wait longer, I will lose more blood, and he might never get closer.

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

Pain lived in the way he moved, and he carried it anyway. My fingers curled against the glass. I stayed there, watching. How many would have to die before this ended? Everything outside the window began to blur. All of it faded until it was nothing more than colour and motion pressed against glass. The only thing that stayed clear was my hand. I lifted it slowly, watching the way it trembled. And in that moment, I felt it. This would not end on its own, we all knew that. It would not stop as long as Arthur kept sending people out to bleed for me. While Finn stood down there pretending his body wasn’t breaking. While everyone else paid the price for something that lived inside me.

Chapter4 I recoiled as my forehead started to gain cold sweat. I also felt a lump inside my throat preventing me from freeing my agony. Suddenly, all the sacrifices I made for him became radiant in my mind and the happy memories with him slowly altered. Hindi ko na mahanap pa ang saya at tanging pighati ang kumakatawan sa akin. I was staring at the door of the cubicle. Should I wait for them to come out?But why should I wait for them to finish? Mas lalo lang akong masasaktan.

I'd sit on the steps beneath it, hugging my knees, waiting from dusk till dark—watching silhouettes come and go at the mouth of the alley, shadows stretching long and then shrinking short. The first two years, I told myself he was healing. Too hurt to show himself. The third year, I started wondering if the body claim was a setup—maybe he'd used a double, gone underground somewhere. The fourth year, I stopped making excuses. I just sat there out of habit. In the fifth year, June, a storm hit New York. The alley pooled with water, the streetlamp's reflection shattering across the surface. I sat on the steps in my jacket, rain dripping from the eaves onto my knees—cold enough that I pulled my

“Everyone knows she was picked up from the streets. Who knows what she’s been through… Serves her right.” I knelt there on the street, teeth clenched, and lips pressed tightly together. Just then, a servant carrying the kitchen trash passed by me. As he walked past, he suddenly slipped. The bucket tipped over, and filthy kitchen slop splashed all over me, from head to toe. People nearby covered their noses and quickly stepped away, while I remained kneeling there. At that moment, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I should never have come back. I took a shaky breath. The tears I had been holding back for so long finally fell. My body was starting to give out, but just as I was about to col

" With that, he wrapped his arm around Susan's waist and walked upstairs. Susan leaned against his chest before turning to look at me with a hint of triumph in her eyes. I slowly crouched. The marble floor was icy-cold. I picked up a sharp shard and pressed my fingertip against the edge, letting it pierce through my skin. Bright, vivid blood seeped out. It hurt terribly, but the pain cleared my mind.

Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request. The profile picture showed an empty hockey rink beneath white lights. The username read BlueLine. My heart lurched. The preview only showed part of the message. It’s me. Blue line. You... My thumb hovered above the screen. One tap and I could read the rest. One tap and I could answer him. I wanted to ask how he had survived these years. I wanted to tell him I had never left willingly. Most of all, I wanted to tell him I still remembered the promise about the blue line.