Novel & Cerita Nobody Makes Me Bleed My Own Blood

Things would have been different if you would have tell me that you don't remember your collage days. He clutched on the glass and broke it into pieces. He was not in his right senses. He took the piece of glass and started carving on his arm. 'I can't imagine myself without you... I never stopped loving you. It was just a blind anger. I am sorry... Please come back. You can't leave me like this. You were the only one for me and no one can take your place in my heart...' He carved her name and drenched himself in his own blood.

"You step into the night, complete the darkness, with your silver smile and eyes that see through the parts of me, covered in other people's prints. You bleed me dry, tearing at this foolish heart, this foolish heart of mine, and I come undone. So take what you need from me, I give all I am to you, I bare my throat to you, put my trust in you, and yet you let me go. So now I reach out I reach for up the sky. And I'm running out of reasons not to die. Don't let me don't let me go on. Why am I forever and always alone? You were the shadow to my light, but did you see me, did you feel me bleed?

It read : Red happens to be one of my favourite colours because blood is red. I love seeing blood being poured on the surface of the earth and how it sinks into the ground. I'm out for blood...... not just anyone's blood but the one that flows through the body of your precious mate. Tick Tock. The clock is ticking and the days are nearing. Make your decision quickly because you only have six days to go. ______________________________________________ Hey

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Last things last By the grace of fire and flames You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh The blood in my veins, oh-ooh But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down It rained down, like... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down and build me up, believer, believer Pain Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Benjamin Arthur Mckee / Daniel Coulter Reynolds / Daniel Wayne Sermon / Mattias Per Larsson

Not crying. My blood runs cold.

"As the owner of your body." "Nobody owns me, you hear that? I will flirt with whomever I want and I don't care if you kill them, that's your problem." My head spun again as my memory flashed. I held the bathroom sink tight for support and continued singing to ignore the pounding in my head. 'Ok, I don't really, really wanna fight anymore I don't really, really wanna fake it no more Play me like The Beatles Baby, just let it be So come on, put the blame on me, yeah…' I sang louder.

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 !

I take a glimpse of it and indeed it's bleeding. arrgghh that stupid girl...

I'm still wondering. "So, it's true," I turned to Adrian and Shantelle when they spoke at the same time. The two looked at each other. "What truth?" I wondered. "That we can't smell your blood." I was surprised by what Adrian said. "What?!" I softly shouted at them. They both nodded. "How did that happen? I didn't do anything," "That's what we're wondering about. How come we can't smell your blood when you haven't done anything? That's kind of weird," Shantelle said full of confusion.

Jihad who was still somehow alive, sat down and said, “Thank you Mr. Jihad for everything you did for us. You were a father figure to me. You gave me the love that my real father refused to give me. I said that you weren’t weak but; you have weakness and in a large amount. Your weakness is, you are too soft. We have been fighting for a long time now but you haven’t killed a single one. You just injured them. You even stopped me from killing them from time to time. You are now dying because of that. That time you were pointing your gun right at his head. And when he was about to shoot my brother, you could’ve just shot him. But rather you decided not to and jumped in front of the fire. I’m gl