Slit My Wrist And Black My Eyes Novels & Stories

She turned it around and around feeling conflicted, then held out her wrist. Pain to numb pain. That's how it's done right? A little slit. A little slit and it'd all go away. Just a little slit and she won't have to think about those things anymore. She looked up as she brought the knife to her wrist. A little slit... She gritted her teeth. She breath shakily, eyes looking up ahead and outside the open window when she caught a figure staring at her from the window next door. Unmoving. Skylar blinked. Once. Then twice. A little more of shock and surprise mixed in her depressing emotion.

she said curtly. I did not dare object to that tone. As the seamstress grabbed her needle, Susan growled inside me. “Calm down,” I commanded my wolf. “She’s just doing her job.” “Look at it,” Susan barked. “It’s silver!” Before I could register what Susan had said, I felt something sharp pierce the skin of my wrist, followed by horrible burning that spread throughout my veins. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. My vision started to turn black, and I felt my legs give out from under me.

Heading for my room. I get to the bathroom and carefully take off my t shirt. The right side of my ribs are black and blue. "Fuck me." I wince as I touch them. My eye is black, cheek swollen. I step into the shower. I watch as my blood flows down the drain. I hang my pounding head in the stream. Her eyes stare at me in the black of my closed eyes. Glowing green. I have to find her. Cali can wait. After I'm clean, I crawl into bed and pass out.

Thick tears? My body slows its thrashing long enough for me to acknowledge the burning in my eyes. I blink rapidly to clear them but it doesn’t work. Instead I use shaky hands to wipe them clean. The substance leaking is thick and sticky. I blink harder forcing myself to see anything and slowly I see the outline of my hand... then fingers... ...and finally the black tar like substance coating them. I open my mouth to shriek but all of a sudden my throat closes up. My hands instinctively fly to my neck clutching it. My windpipe crushes beneath them; blood spluttering from my mouth. My body thrashes against the floor with the increasing agony.

Tears dripping from my eyes to my upheld forearm marking the area for incision. three..... ,two......, And it happened. I ran the blade from my wrist all the way up to my elbow, and made the cut as deep as it can be. The line mark hurts like a deep pinch but I ignore the feeling. Leaning my back against the wall, I wait for the effect to kick in. More doorbells and I'm beginning to think it's my hallucination signalling my time up. A light headed feeling makes its way to my head and I slide down the wall. Every single thing turns into a blur before me while I hear voices approach my door.

With a dizzy head she stood up, held the glass of water and drunk it before she threw it against the floor. Picking up one small piece, she stared at her with her hooded eyes. It sharp pointed edge inviting her. And the next second that edge was against her wrist. And she slitted her wrist. Blood gushing out of her vein. Her whole body went cold as she laid on the marble. Lifeless. Wishing death to encompass her.

My eyes shot open as a scream tore out from the back of my throat, and to my utmost horror, the men soon began to laugh- okay, one of them wasn’t. Tears leaked out of my eyes as I stared at my wrist, shocked to see that now it was nothing but sizzling flesh. It was red and sore and had something akin to steam oozing out of its open cut as blood seeped out. And do you know what’s worse? The fact that even now, it still burns.

The burning only intensifies and spreads all over my body and I scream at the top of my lungs from the pain before my vision goes black and I pass out. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “Wake up bitch!” Someone yells at me. I can barely open my eyes they are clamped shut from my crying. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “I said wake up bitch!” Asshole one says again and pulls my hair back so my face looks up. He pries my eyes open, it stings like a bitch when the light comes into my eyes causing me to scream and tears spilling over my cheeks. I can’t seem to focus on anything, everything is blurred. How long was I out for?

I ordered with a sick smile and she pressed the tip of the knife against her left wrist, slashing it violently. A blood-curdling scream rippled from her chest as the thick red liquid pooled out of her wrists, forming a stark contrast against her pale skin and spilling onto her black skirt, soaking it all up with its thickness. Her eyes were filled with so many tears, but she couldn't stop as she did the same right wrist, crying out in pain. Her hands gave away the knife shakily. "Perfect," I whispered, ignoring the sharp organ that poked the corner of my mouth. I tuned out the thudding of her pulse and the gushing of blood in her veins.

She closed her eyes, thinking about what she's about to do. She looks at the razor, pulling her sleeve up, she used the razor and slit her wrist, blood pouring out of her vein. She cried her eyes out. She left the tap rushing, pouring on the floor, her blood mixing with water. Some minutes went, she has lost a lot of blood. Her eyes were weak, her ears going off, she is weak, after some minutes, her eyes finally shut. She's dead.