Slit My Wrist And Black My Eyes Novels & Stories

Why was my blood dark? My eyes fell on my palm. The cut had healed but the scar remained. And then the craziest idea creeped into my head. My eyes darted around for anything sharp. There was nothing. My hand flew to my hair and I pulled out one of the pins. Taking a deep breath, I counted. "One... two... three..." I dug the pin into my wrist and a sharp scream pierced through my throat.

she added that makes everyone confused. “What was that for, Argen? Stay my mom out of your business,” said Frando who became als suspicious with the behavior she was showing. “Let me volunteer myself for this.” The whole room started to flicker the flourescent as she was having her wrist obtain a small cut from her brought sharp knife. Her eyes turn all white, seems sclera have eroded all of her corners and makes her turn herself into another feature.

My life has become a series of bad news. My eyes fell on a tiny shard of glass by the window. Determined, I walked purposefully towards it and picked it up. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel all the pains that I might have withheld. When I opened them, I slowly brought my hand up and positioned the glass shard on my wrist.

He doesn't let go of my hair and straightens, growling "You will regret that..." He then steps back releasing my hair and with no way of protecting myself he slaps me again hard, I see black spots start at the edge of my vision but manage to fight the pain radiating out across my cheek and not pass out, unfortunately, he didn't like this so he slaps me again. This time I can't stop the black spots spreading and totally consuming my vision as I drop into the darkness.

Tears streamed down my face, sobs wracking my body in a way that felt like it would tear me apart. Then, in a surge of desperate, primal instinct, I bit into my own wrist. Pain, sharp and searing, flooded my senses. Blood welled up, dark and thick, dripping down my arm. I didn't know what I was doing, only that I had to do something. Without conscious thought, I pressed my bleeding wrist to my father’s lips, whispering, “Wake up… please, wake up…”

My surroundings slowly turn black and everything comes as a blur. *** My body shoots up and I'm alarmed. A hand grasp my mine but I bring the other one from my side and slash who ever it was on their arm. Their hand tightens and I look up to them. Bright hazel eyes bore into me intensely. I gulp and his jaw is shut tight.

It slips from my hand and shatters on the floor loudly. You're useless! "Shut up!" I shout. I slide to the floor, my hands covering my ears as I sob painfully. Pick up the glass! And cut your stupid wrists! My hands shake as I pick up a shard of glass, holding it on my wrist. It would be so easy to make myself bleed. Do it!

Pain shot through my wrists. But I kept going. I needed to get free. I needed that phone. I pulled harder. Too hard. A sharp pain suddenly shot through my hand. I froze. My breath caught. For a second, I couldn't move. My wrist throbbed. I looked down. My hand was already swelling. "Fuck." Tears filled my eyes. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. I may have dislocated my wrists. But I couldn't make noise. I couldn't let them know.

Her entire arm turned black already and the black veins reached her neck. A mini-scythe appeared on Grip’s free hand. He slit his wrist where his mark was located. His blood dripped and a drop fell beneath us. It rippled in my ears so clear and vivid like dripping water in a faucet. The place suddenly illuminated washing away darkness lingering on Gugu.

"You made me do this! You pushed me! You asked for it!" I reached blindly, hoping for a wall, a doorknob, a miracle. Then everything went black. --- Coming back was slow. Pain first. A dull throb in my jaw, my ribs, my temples. My limbs were heavy. My nose bled. My head pounded. And I couldn’t move. My wrists were tied. I opened my eyes slowly. The room swam into view. Back in the bedroom. The window shut. The door locked. My wrists tied to the bedframe. My shirt torn. My lip crusted with dried blood.