Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

I did not bother with anything else. The hallway was cold on my bare feet. I went straight to the bathroom, closed the door soft, and flipped the light on. The mirror showed me exactly what I expected. Hair a mess. Mouth red. Neck looking worse than it had before we started. The darkest mark sat right under the hinge of my jaw and it had spread a little, edges blurred and angry. I leaned in close and pressed two fingers against it. Pain flared bright and immediate. The skin under my fingers felt tight and too hot. When I pulled my hand away the mark looked even darker, like the pressure had woken it up. I did it again, harder, watching the color deepen.

I squeal out, realizing how sore my throat is. "I wish I could tell you," Jill says and she grabs my chin lightly. She turns to look at my cheek and lets out a small sigh. "You'll need a few stitches on the right cheek, but that's it. I have some numbing cream, but I have to clean the area first."

I look at myself in the mirror and I almost jump in horror. ''What is this?'' I say to myself as I look up close. Dark circles forming under my eyes because lack of sleep. Seeing my light brown eyes shining brightly with light gold specs. They are visible because paleness of my skin. I take a closer look at my pale chapped lips. Like seriously, how can Alex have moisturised lips and I'm here and stuck with chapped lips? What is wrong with the world?

She walks out of the room and I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was my face and I felt like I've risen from my own corpse, my cheeks have sunken too much, I've got dark bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale and lifeless. And then my gaze moves to my left side of the neck, a huge patch of my skin has gone blue in color with purple spots and I see two holes in the center. This shit is agony! I sigh and carefully remove my clothes, my whole upper left side pains on even the slightest movement and look how easily these vampires drink and just forget what sin they did!

Every day that passed away in Vidar was becoming more torturous than the last. A brand what Vidar he left at the my neck all those months ago used to be just two little spots where his canines pierced me. You points they were one little elevated It is cured with scar tissue – barely noticeable unless you were looking for them. Now, however, it looked absolutely horrible. They were red and irritated, surrounded by a rash that spread across my neck , shoulder, and chest. Vidar's two tooth punctures opened and bled constantly, staining anything I wore, even though I tried to keep it covered with a bandage.

Right below his jaw. “What’s that?” I asked. He froze for a millisecond. Blinked. Then leaned back and laughed like I’d just asked if he’d joined the circus. “This?” He touched it casually. “Oh, you’re trippin’, baby. It’s nothing. I got bit by something yesterday—some kind of bug. It itched like hell, and I must’ve scratched it in my sleep. That’s probably why it looks like that.” Bug bite. Right. I stared at the mark. It was round, dark, and just slightly swollen. If I leaned in a little closer, I’d bet I’d see the outline of lips.

He wouldn’t let me apply it when he was awake. But as I pulled his pants down to check the scrapes on his thighs, the world stopped spinning. There, on the pale skin of his upper thigh, was a dark, irregular spot. My breath hitched. My heart didn't just race—it stopped. My fingers moved on their own, brushing over it. It wasn't just a spot; it was a birthmark. A black, jagged shape I knew better than my own name. Because I had the exact same one, in the exact same place.

I don’t need their help. “I’m not letting you go see a doctor in a foreign country by yourself,” she explains. Her tone suggests I shouldn’t be surprised by this. “Did you get a bite? It looks like here’s where it happened.” She pushes on the spot, sending white-hot pain through my cheek. “Ow!” I scream. I twist my face this way and that in the mirror, trying to get a better vantage point. “Should I try to open it up or pop it?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. Good. The waitress approached, and the moment I saw her, I had to look away to keep my face straight. She chewed loudly, her gum snapping and popping with every step, like it had lost its flavor a long time ago but she refused to let it go. Her hair was a deep, harsh red, and her makeup did not match her skin at all. It clashed in a way that made it hard not to stare. A large wart sat on her right cheek, impossible to miss.

My face was a horrific, unnatural shade of pale. Greenish-gray patches of discoloration spread down my neck, making everyone's skin crawl. My cracked lips had turned a dark purple, and a dried streak of blackened blood clung to the corner of my mouth. It was a mark from yesterday, when I had bitten my lip hard to endure the pain in my chest. Even in death, I frowned tightly, and my expression was locked in agony from my final moments. The horrifying sight shocked everyone.