Novel & Cerita Waking Up With Bloodshot Eyes

I woke up screaming, red eyes burned into my mind plaguing my dreams, it felt so real like I was being torn apart all over again, bite after bite after bite, I felt it all over again. I couldn’t stop screaming seeing red eyes even with mine open. The door flew open and a man ran in ready to fight. He stopped when he saw me in bed, quickly assessing the situation. He checked the bathroom then walked back to me, clearly annoyed. “What the fuck Akira, I thought someone was killing you?!” The guy yelled throwing his hands up questioning me. “Someone was,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. I threw the sheet off and got out of bed, glancing at the alarm clock as I walked to the kitchen, 4:3

I picked up a fresh toothbrush and brushed my teeth with Ellie’s mint toothpaste until my gums bled. Splashed cold water on my face. When I finally looked up, the girl staring back still had swollen eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, cheeks blotchy from crying. She looked exactly like what she was…someone who had been thoroughly, ruthlessly fucked and then cried herself to sleep.

Anyways i need to get ready for office. I walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. When i looked at my reflection in my mirror i was shocked i was no my eyes no longer expressive brown eyes they used to be.They are filled with sadness whirling like a maelstrom sucked every ounce of energy i had. I look like someone who walked out of a grave. There are dark circles under my eyes and my eyes are red due to crying. I really need to use heavy makeup to hide them. I washed my face with water and then brushed my teeth. I can't continue to live like this. I have so many responsibilities and i can't walk away them.

His green eyes flashed crimson, and for a second I thought I’d imagined it. My vision became blurry and I tapped his hands frantically for freedom. But his eyes…they were bloodshot now.

I couldn't sleep a wink all night, the crushing weight of my own foolishness and humiliation playing on a loop in my head. Before I knew it, the alarm clock on my nightstand blared loudly, signaling it was six in the morning, and I practically vaulted out of bed. My head felt heavy, and when I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror, a pair of bloodshot, puffy eyes greeted me. I groaned but ended up splashing cold water onto my face over and over again.

His breathing grew rapid and uneven, and he muttered to himself, "I'm burning… Hot… So hot…" He started pulling at his clothes violently. The tight gym shorts stretched over his muscles tore with a loud rip. He seemed unaware, just scratching at his chest until thin lines of blood appeared. His skin turned an alarming shade of red, like a boiled shrimp, veins throbbing visibly beneath the surface. His eyes, which had once been fairly clear, were now bloodshot in shocking deep red. His pupils were unfocused, staring into nothing. His gaze was reminiscent of a beast with nothing but hunger.

:Lying to protect them When I opened my eyes and checked my phone, it was six in the morning. I couldn't even remember when I had fallen asleep last night—I had cried so much. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I flinched. My eyes were swollen, and I was terribly pale. I took off my clothes from the night before and stepped under the shower. I had no idea how long I stood under the cold water, but when I was done and looked in the mirror again, my lips were completely blue. Seeing myself like that made me cry all over again.

Hodor rotates his eyesight only to learn that his current vision is a continuation of the vision that he feared. Around him is a bloodbath—a bloody scene caused by a huge battle; he comprehended it must be the war he has set. Everyone is busy fighting for their lives; vampires against wolves; humans against monsters and vampires—races against each other. Brutality and death is deemed to be ubiquitous. No wonder his vision hurts so bad. Their so much pain in it.

I'm sure some of these guys would just love if I walked out with them on but I would rather not give them a show. I take a slow step off the bed, unsure if I will have any pain in my midsection from moving too fast. When both feet are on the floor I walk over to the bathroom and do my business, I glance at my reflection and gasp in horror. My eyes are bloodshot, nose is all red from hitting the ground and there is a large bruise that has turned yellow on my cheek. Surprisingly it actually looks worse than it is.

Melanie's eyes looked red and pale, she could feel a slight lightness on her head like one who was having a hangover even though she had no alcohol in her body system. She sat up on the bed rubbing her eyes for a couple of seconds, the knocks continued making it impossible for her to neglect.