Waking Up With Bloodshot Eyes Novels & Stories

Whenever their watch a horror movie, some of them will wake up at night and start trying to scare each other then their come bad start shouting in my ears. Their are all insane. I sat down on my bed, my eyes landed on the side drawer, there were bandages that where covered in blood, from last night when I got injured from punching the glass. My vision started turning red, I looked down and it feels like I am about to get drowned in black ink.

Elina woke up with puffy and swollen eyes, a runny nose and a hoarse and exhausted voice. She tried to sit up, the woman's eyes seemed to rotate, making Elina reflexively hold her head which was dizzy and felt throbbing. After feeling a little better, Elina returned to silence with a blank stare, again thinking about her little family that seemed to be no longer warm.

WREN’S POV I woke up to an ache behind my eyes, a dull and throbbing weight pressing down on my skull that made it feel twice as heavy. My face felt stiff, my skin tight and when I rubbed a hand over my cheek, I realized it was swollen. Puffy. I blinked against the morning light with confusion curling through me. Had I been… crying? Why was I even crying in the first place? I’m not usually a cryer like this. What on earth is happening to me?

And I had only got to sleep around three in the morning today, and here I was awake around about five thirty now. I switched on the lights in my bathroom and went in, rinsing my face with some cold water and looking at it in the mirror. My eyes looked puffy. They looked red and watery each, it was tiring and frustrating to look everywhere but still not get to find out where they were.

Then I woke up. I gripped the bedsheet because my head is feeling a sharp pain again and I could feel that my palms are both sweating. I went in the comfort room to wash my face. When I looked in the mirror, I gasped when I saw myself in it. I caressed my cheeks, and noticed it was hollowed. There were dark circles under my mournful eyes, and my lips were withered and colorless. What shocked me the most is the sudden dripping of blood from my nose. I wiped it off with my hands. As I looked at it, there’s a shiver runs down to my spine.

in the morning, I dragged myself upstairs to my room, I could feel blood in my mouth, I need to wash up and prepare for school. Yes, I was in a terrible condition, the sides of my eyes had congeal blood inside… I definitely can’t go to school like this.

Damn him! I collapsed onto my bed, tears still streaming down my face. My heart was shattered and my trust was broken. **************** I woke up with a throbbing headache the next day. My eyes were puffy and my cheeks were stained with tears. The pain in my heart was as real as the ache in my head, and I couldn't just ignore it. As I slowly got out of bed, I felt like a zombie, going through the motions without any real purpose. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to alleviate some of the swellings around my eyes.

Because of pain my eyes get blurry. "Miss Castillo! Are you okay?" Rain asked me panicky. I didn't say anything because my eyes are getting sleepy and before I past out I heard Rain shouts. "B-Blood!"

She turned, looking for a quick way to escape when something smashed into the side of her head and everything went dark. She woke to bright lights shining in her eyes from every direction. No matter where she turned her head, there were lights arranged specifically to blind her. The side of her face throbbed painfully and she could feel both wet and dry blood matting the right side of her face and her vision was blurry in her right eye as well. It felt badly swollen which would account for the blurriness.

And somehow, I’d repaid him by looking at him like he was the thing I needed protection from. I was overwhelmed by this realisation, making my sobs hit me in harsh, suffocating spasms. My nose was running, and I wiped my sleeve clumsily across my face, gasping for cold air. When I had looked into the mirror this morning, my eyes were already bloodshot and swollen from two days of endless crying and nights of dark nightmares. But I knew I must look so much worse now. Weakly, I pushed myself up from the cold floor and turned to face the tall standing mirror beside the bed—the frame missing the piece I had just shattered.