Muka Sebelah Kiri Sakit Novels & Stories

The movement pulled at my sore ribs and made my face throb more. The apartment felt smaller. He sat between me and the door. TV noise pounded in my head. I pushed myself up slow. Legs still shook. I walked to the bathroom. Each step made my side hurt. Closed the door. Locked it. The click sounded loud. Mirror showed my face. Cheek red and swollen. Eye puffy and starting to bruise dark. Nose bloody. Lip cut and fat. I touched the swollen cheek. Pain flared hot. Blood had dried on my chin and neck. I washed my face with cold water. It stung the cuts. Water turned pink in the sink. I sat on the edge of the tub. Then slid down to the cold tiles. Back against the tub. Hand pressed on my stomach.

” As Maria turns around, Robert says quietly, “And Maria? Not a word.” She nods. He walks her out, and in the meantime, I try to sit up. My legs feel weak, my insides like jelly. Grabbing the side of the couch I’m on, I struggle to stand up straight and look into the small mirror hanging on the wall. My breath catches as I see the reason for the stinging sensation on the left side of my face. There are three deep grooves in my cheek, the flesh open and revealed. I stare at my reflection, feeling numb.

*Rose* I sit at the small table in my room and look at the words in the book in front of me without fully comprehending the text. All I see are letters and words splayed throughout the page. Stabbing pain on the left side of my lower abdomen makes me wince. I can’t help but make a faint moaning sound.

Deo shrieks as I double over, clutching my face. "What was that?" he asks, letting out a low, dark chuckle as I try to compose myself but fail to. It genuinely feels like my cheekbone has caved in. The whole left side of my face is throbbing; pulsing. For a moment, all the sounds around me are drowned out and all I can focus on is the pain. I gingerly touch the spot, shock still coursing through me, and feel warm wetness along with something hard. Rough. Blood?

His eyes changed. “You are limping? Why?” Liam asked. “I just bumped into the dining table this morning because the corner is sharp.” “Sit.” The command came out reflexively. His hand had already guided me to the nearest chair, professional yet with a small panic he tried to hide. “Where exactly?” “Left thigh, outer side. Dull ache. No bleeding. Breathing normal. I sat down first before I left,” I said. Liam knelt, examining with the warm and familiar palm.

Something in my chest tightened with something that wasn't fear. Then the pain hit. Sharp. Low. On the left side of my abdomen, deep enough that it pulled my breath out of me in a sound I didn't intend to make. Petra's eyes moved to me immediately. "Where?" "Left side," I said. "Low." "Scale." "Seven." I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. "It's not cramping. It's sharp. Like a…." Another one hit before I finished the sentence and I bit down on the sound this time and kept my voice even. "Like a spike."

When the doctor peeled the gauze off, the wounds were already recovered, so more dressing was unnecessary. Adina looked at the wounds in the mirror. They did not look as disgusting as she imagined, but the wound on the left cheek recovered much better. She gently touched her right cheek. It did not sting like the night before. She asked, “My right cheek gets into sudden pangs of pain, but this won’t happen to my left cheek. What is going on?” The doctor carefully examined the wound. “The trauma on the right is bigger and deeper. It’s recovering, so you will feel stinging pain. You must not scratch it with your hand so that the wound won’t be infected again.”

That's where she stays or should I say live. I was told she was the reason why I am this way. The left side of my face, half of my face, was cracked. Four cracks that trail from my face down to my stomach, it just takes the mercy of the gods that my face didn't fall off. I can't really see with my left eye, the lines from the crack started from my left eye. You know that feeling when you are looking into a deep dark hole and you can't see anything? Yeah, that's how my left side face.

I can feel my left eye swelling up already. Please, Jarek. You need to find me…