Slit My Wrist And Black My Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It fell from my face, landing directly on Rye's clawed hand where it gripped my throat. Rye screamed, jerking away from me like I'd burned him. He stumbled backward, clutching his hand as smoke rose from where my tear had touched his skin. Air rushed into my lungs. I gasped, choking, my body convulsing as oxygen flooded back. My vision cleared slowly, the black spots receding. I pushed myself up on trembling arms, still coughing, still struggling to breathe properly. Across from me, Rye stared at his hand in shock and pain. The skin where my tear had landed was blackened, blistered, smoking.

It clatters across the stone floor . He grabs my wrists to stop me , and golden lightning explodes again , brighter, hotter, searing . We both cry out. The pain drops us to our knees , foreheads pressed together, gasping . “What is this ?” I sob. “I don’t know,” he groans. “But it’s burning.” “Look,” I breathe. Golden lines crawl up both our left wrists, twisting, glowing, forming perfect matching cuffs that sink into our skin like brands. I try to pull away. Can’t. The marks pulse like heartbeats.

Outside, the pounding against the gates instantly stopped. Then came the pain. A scream tore from my throat. Agony ripped through my wrist, burning deep beneath the skin. I dropped to my knees, clutching my arm as black lines split across my wrist like spilled ink moving through water. They twisted into patterns that pulsed in tandem with my heartbeat. As the smoke curled from my flesh, the blinding pain vanished. The black mark remained, perfect and ancient. "What did you do?" I gasped, forcing myself to my feet.

Before I can start to clean it, the pack doctor James, walks up takes the antiseptic from my hand. "I have this. It needs to be closed up. There are a few others with more minor injuries over there if you would like to help. I don't argue and go to attend to someone else cause I don't want to delay him helping Brad. Before I can make it to another person, I almost stumble from the pain in my leg. I look down and see that not only is it bleeding, but black lines are coming out around it. It seems like they are dancing around my skin. I look up to see Grayson staring at me. I guess he could feel my fear. Then everything started to go black. Just as my eyes closed, I felt strong arms grabbing m

I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. I lost a lot of weight and the bruises I got were still obvious. As I stared at myself in the mirror everything slowly came back to me. So I just cried and got my hair cut. Unexpectedly I saw a blade and took it. I do not know why I applied it to my wrist and slowly sliced ​​it. I just saw my blood flowing down to the sink. So I trembled to lower the blade and just watched my wrists bathe in its blood. I do not feel pain, I do not know what is happening to me.

I heard Lucifer’s voice but I was past caring. “ Eva, here take my wrist and drink my blood,” I said but she didn’t react. I took out the lighter from my pocket and hit it against the bar of the cage. There was a tiny explosion and the glass shattered to bits. Gritting my teeth I picked up a piece of glass and slit my wrist. Before I could even feel the pain, Eva had gripped my hand tightly and started sucking. I felt sharp pain radiate through my wrists. I let out a scream but Eva didn’t react. The burning sensation I felt in my wrists started spreading slowly. The pain was becoming unbearable.

I have to close my eyes until they adjust. After turning off the persistent alarm on my phone inside my purse, I head to the bathroom. The horrible image that the mirror returns fills me with surprise, it's the first time in my life I've seen such a mark on my body! My right eye is completely black, its interior very red; my lips are so swollen I can barely speak; two blue spots are marked on each side of my face. Tears start flowing again while I feel like the most despised and wretched woman in the world.

Walking through the darkness of the woods, trying to find my way, it was suddenly dark, and the pathways felt unknown. I let my wolf instinct kick in and my eyes turned green, to illuminate my path, I needed to get out of there. Suddenly, a searing pain sliced through my palm, catching me off guard. I brought my hand to my face, staring in disbelief as a visible split appeared. "What the fuck?" I muttered, watching my blood trickle down. Before I could figure out why this was happening, why my hand was getting slit for no reason, a sharp, unbearable pain went through my chest.

I could not clearly remember what really happened at last event I still have my consciousness. "Of course, you are here because you fucking cut your wrist. What are you even thinking, huh? Tell me, what came up in your mind and you ended up hurting yourself?" I gulped when he sounded like a mad brother. I looked away more when I felt his eyes sharpen into me. I did not even know how and what to answer because I was not in my right thoughts. I looked down at my wrist and sighed upon seeing a gauze on it, blood were even evident. I then closed my eyes. I do not like seeing my own blood. My eyes are alergic into it.

I wiped the tears from my eyes with a furious hand, staring down at my wrist. I touched the soft skin with my fingertips, tracing the cobalt veins beneath. There was no festering wound, that ached it oozed dark blood, nor a scarlet sickle etched into my skin.