Nosebleed After Shower Novels & Stories

My tears were now made of blood! Monica rushed into the bathroom looking for whatever had caused me to scream. I touched my cheeks. "It's blood." I shivered. "It's all blood ..." Then I sobbed some more. I wanted it off me. She understood and led me back to the shower where she began scrubbing me with a loofah. But the more I cried the more I bled, and it began to pour out of my nose. "Is this supposed to be happening to me?" I cried.

I look at my face in the microwave but see nothing. I walk into the living room again and see Kera on her phone. I switch on the light and she looks at me. "What's wrong?" She asks and I stare at her. There is blood all over her nose and mouth. "Come here, baby." I say and she gets up. I take her to the bathroom and she gasps when she sees herself in the mirror. "What the hell." She says before washing her face. I wash my hands and help her. "Do you get nosebleeds often?" I ask and she shakes her head 'no'. "It's not that much blood. I'm fine." She says and I nod grabbing her hand and pulling her close.

He held out his hand and reached up to my face and I flinched as I closed my eyes, was he going to hit me? I felt his finger brush against my nostril and I opened my eyes to see blood on his thumb. I touched beneath my nose only to find blood flowing out of my nose. Axel turned around and I watched him make his way towards his office. I quickly rushed inside the bathroom and washed my face. I then put down the toilet seat and sat on the toilet facing upwards, hoping that would stop the nose bleeding. As I stared at the ceiling, I remembered how Axel looked at me when he saw the blood coming out of my nose.

RAVEN. The shower was hot. Scalding hot. I stood under the spray until the bathroom filled with steam, clouding the mirror and turning the air thick. I watched the water swirl down the drain. It was pink. I touched my nose. The bleeding had stopped, but it was tender. My knuckles were swollen, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. My knees were bruised purple from hitting the mat. I looked like I had been in a car wreck. "Clean up," Dominic had said.

Either from kneeling for so long or from the cutting, I don’t know. I get on my feet and stumble to my door. I open it quietly and when I don’t hear anyone I step across the hall to the bathroom. I shut myself inside and turn the shower on. I take the rest of my clothes off and step under the flow of the warm water. I hiss from the sharp pain when the water hits my legs. I look down to see the water mixing with my blood, turning it a light shade of red. That’s going to be tender and hurting for a few days.

My reflection stared back at me with silent accusation, and suddenly, nothing made sense. Snatching a washcloth, I begin scrubbing my face furiously. Despite how bad it looks, there are no bruises, no cuts, no swelling. “It’s probably just another nosebleed,” I mumble. They’ve been happening more and more often lately, especially after seeing him. Something always worsens after we cross paths—migraines, bleeding, something. I blink, leaning in closer to inspect the reflection. My stomach twists when I spot the whites of my eyes—no longer white, but clouded with a deep red hue. “What on earth?” I whisper, horrified.

Braden growled as he looked me up and down. I nodded and stepped into the shower, walking over to the shower head, water pouring down on me, causing me to moan slightly. The feeling of the water hitting my skin felt amazing. A couple of minutes went by and Braden stepped into the shower. I started to scrub the blood off my body, I hate how much facial wounds bleed. I felt a washcloth touch my back, I turned my head, Braden gently scrubbing the blood off my back. I leaned my head back against his chest, nervous to back up against him.