My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

I dropped the knife in my hands and dabbed at my eyes with the edge of the apron, squinting and blinking rapidly to reduce the burning sensation in my eyes. "Are you okay?" Adrian asked, concern lacing his tone. "No. I am not okay." I whined as the burning sensation in my eyes did not seem to be receding. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "My eyes are burning. They sting!" I whined, blinking my eyes rapidly again. "That's normal while cutting onions." he said. "I saw that in a documentary once. What do I do about my eyes? They're hurting seriously." "Just calm down. It will stop stinging you after a while. Don't rub on your eyes too much, or they'll bruise." Adrian said, wrapping his fingers a

My voice was both pained and rough; my eyes weren't just glowing green, their usual color. It's a contrast of a very dark green and a very burning red, so red that I thought I was seeing things. The red one was my right eye; it stared back at me but in a menacing way. Then a pain rippled through my head on the right side, directly to the eye; something was squeezing my eye. It felt like it was going to be pushed out of its socket. I winced as the pain got more intense, my eye closed and opened again, and my body unconsciously moved back after what I saw in the mirror.

The left eye is covered with a white mass. “Are you in pain?” I ask, taking a penlight. “Follow the movement of the light.” He remains quiet. “You need to tell me if you're in pain,” I add, my voice clipped. “What kind of pain?” He asks, his voice laced with a vulnerability I haven’t heard. “Any.” “I get migraines and when my vision gets blurry a sharp pain waltzes through my skull.” I let out a breath. “Okay.” “What kind of painkillers do you use?”

My mother said. "Doctor, can this be fixed? How-how did this happen?" "Retinitis Pigmentosa is an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged." "I don't understand. She was fine just a few days ago." My mother whispered. "How did she get it?" She asked. "Well, the disease can be inherited. Do you know anyone in your family who are blind? They may also have the disease." I heard the doctor move around the room. "I-I don't know." My mother's weak voice said.

They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to say it. One monitor pings on the side of my desk, and I swing back around. My head is a mess this afternoon afterthecall. My brain feels like someone opened up my skull and rammed shards of glass into the gray matter. My left eye is twitching because I can already feel it coming on. Pain. Hot, like the edge of a blade, stabbing behind my eyes. My teeth also ache from grinding them. Stress is a trigger. Sunlight is a trigger.

It would have been more effective if I had ordered the wall of that room to stay where it was. Brad even tried to hide his amusement by covering his mouth with his hand, disguising his laugh with a fake cough. He didn't even know why I had a black eye, slightly swollen and with a sickly yellow color around my right eyelid. If he knew how I got it, his attempt to hide his laughter would have been a total failure. I never imagined my angel would have such a heavy hand. Every time I blinked, a sharp sting along with a dull pain in my eyeball spread across the entire right side of my face.

Kara I blink my eyes back, feeling a searing pain near my chest. Agony courses through me, intensifying with each beat of my heart. Goddess, that hurt. My eyes peer open, struggling against a blinding light that engulfs my surroundings. The air is mysteriously silent, devoid of any sound or movement.

’ As useless as it was, I tucked that information away for later. Slowly, I set to work peeling my eyes open. I forced myself not to cringe as the crust that built up on my lashes was split in two. An explosion of white light momentarily blinded me, forcing tears to spill over my lids. I blinked until the light faded, but the room itself was still horrendously bright.

Her eyes closed automatically as she went back to normal. Rafael placed her hand back to its place and started painting her nails again like nothing had happened. But the hate and anger in her eyes broke his heart. She opened her eyes when she was completely normal and unaware of what happened a few seconds ago. "I don't know why my head hurts suddenly in between and when I blink eyes it's gone... Do you have any idea why it happens?" She asked curiously. Rafael blew on her painted nails. "Because you overthink, Angel... Stop thinking so much"

"I have a lot of unfinished work because of my leg injury, so once I'm finished, let's go to the restaurant." I nodded and lay down on the couch. Tyler put a blanket over me and sat down at his desk to finish his work. I drifted off to sleep as I looked at him working seriously. Tyler shook me whispering "Babe, wake up… Wake up…" I rubbed my eyes as I sat up straight on the couch. He stopped my hand from rubbing my eyes and said, "Don't rub it. It will damage the cornea." "What?" "If you rub your eyes hard, It breaks blood vessels or, worse, leads to dark circles or black eyes."