Tears Burning My Skin Novels & Stories

The liquid began to change, the shimmering clarity giving way to a murky, unsettling gray. At first, the water tingled against my skin. Then, without warning, the tingling turned into an intense, fiery burn. It felt as if molten lead were pouring over me, searing through my flesh and into my very bones. A strangled cry escaped my lips, and I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down my face as the pain grew unbearable, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Reports describe sudden bursts of pale-blue flames followed by immediate burning that she cannot control. My eyes glistened with tears the more I read.

Its weird I know but then again nothing else about me is normal. I pull my case with only one eye open since when I rubbed the other one, I think I ripped open my cornea. I also pull down my eye drops from the medicine cabinet then carefully pull my eye open. It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it.

Scarlett’s POV Beta David dragged me across the rough, cold floor by my hair, each pull igniting a fire of pain across my scalp. The agony was unbearable, each tug making it feel like my skin might tear away. My eyes filled with tears, and no matter how hard I tried to blink them back, they spilled over, hot and unstoppable, streaming down my cheeks. Every inch of my bare skin felt raw, scraping against the gritty, jagged stones below, each scrape opening fresh cuts that stung and burned.

I asked him and no matter how hard I tried to keep my tears at bay, they betrayed me by escaping my captivity. Theodore’s eyes widened when he saw my eyes getting teary. But before I could have embarrassed myself more, I quickly wiped them away, a little too aggressively, and winced when I harshly rubbed the cut on my forehead. It was an outcome of my Uncle’s abuse that refused to heal quickly, or maybe my immunity was too weak after getting abused so often these days.

The cold tear seems to burn my skin with each touch, but I don’t mind. Each tear signifies a broken memory, a memory that caused me pain. I think about my childhood, my dad, my new-found family and Jim. “I hurt Kendra” my mind continuously reminds me and I sob uncontrollably in the shower, placing my palm over my mouth, trying not to make a noise or draw attention. I slip my hands through my hair, squeezing them tight. It feels like I’m drowning, and I don’t want to be rescued. The wall seems to be closing in on me, and I don’t even try to make an attempt to stop it.

I scream and cry for hours on end after he leaves, and when I feel so disgusted by myself and my body that I can't stop my tears from leaking, I scrub my skin raw. The water is so hot it burns. Red patches appear across each area I scrub and I don’t realize my skin is peeling until I see the blood. It runs in red, scarlet streams down my body and I sputter a sob, crouching in the shower and wishing I could join the blood in going down the drain. A maid alerts them to my condition the moment I come out of the bathroom. Her scream sounds dull to me, like background noise as she exclaims.

He did not even move when I called him. Then I rested my head back and closed my eyes to bear this pain until he will stop by himself. I'm feeling so much pain now that my eyes started shedding tears. I cannot control my tears anymore. I am doubting that I can even be able to wear my clothes as my skin will definitely going to hurt me when it got touched by any clothes.

Since then I hadn’t forgiven her, and it seemed I won’t forever. Alone in the room now, I realized my tears had dropped on the dried leaf on my palm, and then my tears burned it to asses. That is why my granny doesn’t want me to cry. My tears can burn anything when am in great pain. Yes, my tears can burn anything except the human being. I swiftly cleaned my tears before they dropped on the typewriter and the picture. The tears filled my eyes, and I felt like burning everything in my room, but the fear of regretting later held me back.

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.