Slit My Wrist And Black My Eyes Novels & Stories

I dropped the bottle, causing it to shatter on the floor, and grabbed a sharp shard. I took a deep breath and had to brace up to carry out what I had in mind. I looked at my wrists. Tears finally dropped after a while as I reminisced. I held the broken bottle close to my left wrist and slit it. Before I could think, I had slit the other. It was the only way I could escape the shame before dawn arrived. And I slowly watched my life fade as I was beginning to feel lightheaded and out of breath. The broken piece of the bottle fell from my hand and that was the last thing I knew before I blacked out.

“Jasmine?” Jasmine blinked, but didn’t move. Rihlia touched her arm. It was rigid with strain. “Jasmine? Are you okay?” Colors swam before Jasmine’s frozen eyes. Her muscles went weak and then spasmed without warning, shattering the glass in her hand. Someone screamed. Male voices cursed as strong arms wrapped around her, giving her support. She felt the blood and wine flow over her hand, but could neither unclench her fist from the shards nor see, for the room began to blacken. Past the roaring in her ears she dimly heard Rihlia shouting...something…

I sprint behind the building. I sniff abd smile over brother Rowans blood. Like a hungry blood thirsty vampire, I lick dry it's contents off my blood. I sigh reliefed. Such cool and smooth antidote it is. I feel it perform it wonders. How it cleanse every venom off my skin. I sigh more. I eyes unexpectedly twitches. It blinks rapidly. My vision blur's. I stagger. Something seems wrong Everywhere goes blank.

What have I gotten myself into? My vision blurred and I gritted my teeth as I struggled to stand. Tears stinged at the corners of my eyes as I realized the extent of my injury. My wrist was twisted at an unnatural angle, any slight twitch of my fingers sent a jolt of pain thro my arm. A moan escaped my lips as I cradled my broken wrist against my chest. My legs felt heavy and I started with small leaps into the thick forest, my destination unknown.

The one with the black eyes started to rip him off of me. "It'll be okay Celestial," Lycer whispered. "I'll get you out of this." The black eyed one successfully ripped Lycer off of me as the unhealthy one grabbed onto my shoulders. I thrashed in his arms but he was stronger than I thought. I watched as they stuck a needle right by Lycer's collarbone and he stopped fighting for a minute as his eyes scrunched up in pain. I watched with tears in my eyes as they dragged him away.

The early dawn light filtered through the gauzy curtains of my chamber, painting everything in pale gold. Vivian stood at the foot of my bed, her face was drained of color. “What—?” My voice was thick with sleep. Her entire body trembled as her gaze locked on my wrist. Cold dread slid down my spine. Somewhere in the night, the sleeve of my night robe must have ridden up. And that left the black mark fully exposed. It was no longer faint. It was black. Obsidian black. The jagged symbol curled around my wrist like a twisted crown of thorns, its edges sharp and unnatural against my skin.

I know in this moment it's the best option for me. I take the blade and slowly drag it along my left wrist in a straight line. Not even wincing from the blade slicing my skin open. The pain I feel inside much stronger than the physical pain. I look at my wrist seeing my blood spill out and move the blade to my left hand and opening my veins on my right wrist. Blood spilling out and into the bath. The water turns red from all the blood and I feel calm.

Sitting down on the sofa, I leaned my head back, “Do it,” “Hold her down,” he ordered the two brothers, who both press me back on to the sofa “This will sting a little— or it probably feels like your eyes are about to rupture,” he warned. “What— Ah!” I groaned out in discomfort, the droplet of blood spread darkness across my eyes, barring out the light. I couldn't see anything, I was surrounded by nothing, I saw no one, no light... Nothing.

" She squints her eyes. I look away and walk without uttering another word. Entering my bedroom, i shut the door behind me and walk over to where the bed is. Sliding down on the floor and admiring how delicate my wrist is. Then i lift the blade and slowly slice it across my wrist. Red, blood, it's beautiful. How can something like this be the lifeline of breathing? I'm numb, i can't even feel the pain as i watch blood start to pool from my wrist. Weakness and heaziness starts to seep in when i hear a blood curdling scream from somewhere.

to me. I still felt uneasy that night, so I decided to drive home. After I parked the car in the underground garage, I heaved a sigh of relief. Surely Lyra wouldn't be able to drive my car away now. That night, before I went to bed, I received a call from the hospital. "Miss Willow, your eye exam results are in." My eyes had been hurting and blurry for the past few days, so I went for a checkup. The doctor said, "Your corneas are severely detached, and your retinas are also damaged. You need to have your corneas removed."