Slit My Wrist And Black My Eyes 소설 & 이야기

I gritted my teeth and, with all my strength, slashed it across my wrist! Bright red blood beads quickly seeped out, coalescing into a stream, dripping drop by drop into the bucket. The pain in my wrist gradually numbed, and my body's heat rapidly dissipated with the loss of blood. I felt a bone chilling cold, my lips losing their color, and my vision going black in waves. I don't know how long it was until the bottom of the bucket was finally covered in dark red liquid that I collapsed, releasing my hand, and the dagger dropped to the ground.

I move my hand upwards. Immediately, I felt it went way deeper than the other wrist. I dropped the blade instantly. I hissed then grunted as I dropped my hand into the water. After a moment, with my lip between my teeth, I finally open my eyes and look down to the water. I was shocked how fast it was turning red. I definitely got something good with my right wrist. I thought to myself before looking away. I laid my head back against the edge of the tub. My eyes landing on the ceiling but not really looking at it. Instead, I'm seeing his beautiful face as the tears ran down my face.

So seeing that it hasn't only made me smile. Just as I'm about to tell him off verbally, a searing heat begins to bubble on my wrist. I immediately clasp it and cry out in pain. I look at my wrist to see my skin bubbling, exposing the bone in my wrist. The pain is so significant that I forget about the necklace in my hand as it drops to the ground, landing in the grass.

I lose my balance and fall on the floor where the glass pieces of the crockery he broke a while ago are scattered. Burning pain and something wet on my arm, just below the wrist registers in my head and forces me to look at it. My mouth agape when I see one of the pointed glass pieces went into my arm and blood is streaming out of it. Tears begin flowing down my face as I try to pull it out with my other hand. A faint scream escapes my lips when I become successful in my attempt. Flow of blood becomes faster.

Like frost on a windowpane, but inside out. I noticed it yesterday. A darkness. Not a shadow. A stain. A single, thin black vein tracing a path from the petrified stone of my wrist up into the flesh of my forearm. I thought it was a trick of the light. The Cage’s weird music playing on my eyes. It wasn’t.

The open cuts tore open more and blood gushed out from my wounds on my arms, shoulders, and back. The piece of glass that was embedded in my hand was the worst of it all though because I could feel as if it dug deeper into the muscles in my palm. I could hardly make out anything when I was finally shifted into a human. The black shadows around my vision were growing and what other colors I could see was blurry.

With one last deep breath, I closed my eyes, steadied my grip, and stabbed the fork into my wrist. Pain shot through me, white-hot and searing, more intense than I could have imagined. I gasped, my voice strangled as the agony tore through me. For a second, everything blurred, and my vision went dark around the edges. I felt warm blood start to trickle down my wrist, and the sight of it made my stomach lurch, but I couldn’t stop now. I opened my mouth and screamed, the sound ripping from deep in my chest, raw and filled with genuine pain. It echoed off the walls, filling the room and spilling out into the hallway. I could hear the guards suddenly go quiet, their laughter cut off in confusion

I looked over at the doors, one would lead to a hall, the other to a closet, so the last one should be. I ran over to the first door and flung it open, a hand shielding my left eye as I looked into the small space full of clothing. My ragged breathing was the only sound I could hear other than the blood in my ears. My heart was faster than a galloping horse as I rushed to the other door and threw it open, my hand flinging around, fumbling for the light switch. As my hand finally flicked the light on, my one eye was momentarily blinded as I turned to the mirror. My face was pale, and as I slowly lowered my hand, I felt my stomach lurch. A black patch seemed to devour part of my face; the unus

My right wrist was pinned to the mud beneath one of their men's heavy leather boots, my bones grinding together till my vision swam with white spots. I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath catching in my throat as I braced for the impact that would throw me into darkness. Naryvex, do something, I whispered inside my mind, but my wolf was dazed from the concussion, her spirit thrashing weakly against the weak walls around me. A sudden, explosive thud rattled the stone wall behind my head. The crushing weight vanished from my wrist instantly. I opened my eyes, blinking through the thick black smoke, and my breath hitched.

The empty clasp shape joined them through the centre. The wall shuddered. Then the black lines surged back. Pain burned across my wrist. I cried out and tore my hand from Ezra's. The silver light vanished. He caught my arm and turned it towards the torch. A narrow black mark lay beneath my skin. It began at the centre of my palm and ran across the inside of my wrist like a vein filled with ink. Cassian moved closer. "Do not touch the wall again." "I had already reached that conclusion."