Waking Up With Bloodshot Eyes Novels & Stories

Jax I wake up slowly, like I’m dragging myself out of thick, dark water. The first thing I feel is pain…sharp and immediate, sitting right behind my eyes. I groan softly and squeeze them shut again, hoping it’ll pass, but it pass, but it doesn’t. It only pushes harder. When I finally force my eyes open, everything is unfamiliar.

I had to squirm on my bed for hours just to get them open. By the time I could actually wake up and look at the time… about half a day would’ve passed by then. It was truly a trauma when I saw my time getting wasted off like that. However, that’s not the only problem. With my blurry eyesight as I stared at the mirror— I was greeted with a set of blood-shot eyes and a thick bag of dark circles under them. Even if I’m not really the type to care about my appearance… that was a really horrible looking face.

Am I fading away? I could feel my spirit returning to me, and I blink my eyes, using my hands to weakly shield it from the rays of light as I wake up. A massive headache greeted me as I arrived, and I held my head, trying to alleviate the pain, but I was met with dried blood. I can't even count the number of times I have woken up in pain, and I am tired of that. Every joint in my body was on fire, and I noticed blood stains on my dress.

"Have you ever done something bad to me?!" I squeeze my hands into fists and shake my head no. "Fine," Grayson growls in my sleep. "You got what you wanted." His mean face wakes me up fast with a big jump. Gasp! I sit up in the dark bed, holding the blanket tight to my chest while I breathe like I ran a race. The clock says 4:00 AM, but my brain will not let me go back to sleep. When the sun comes up, I look in the mirror and see big dark circles under my eyes. I have to rub a super thick layer of makeup on my face just to hide them.

It is like holding all you have ever wanted in your arms like it has become yours, but getting it ripped away from your arms before realizing that it was never really yours to begin with. *** The next morning, I wake up with a pulsing pain in my neck and back, because I slept on the cold marble floor. I stand up and walk like a zombie to the bathroom and observe my face in the mirror. There are dark circles and bags under my eyes making me look like I haven't slept in days, and my eyes are bloodshot despite having slept for hours. My skin is pale, so much that it is almost colourless and it has lost the shine it once possessed.

Blood rushed through my body, realizing I was damned alive to face Miron's controlling behavior. *** This morning, I woke up with blazing dark circles under my eyes. Sunken and dark. I'd covered them with concealer, but it didn't help much. My hands felt numb from typing all this time. I forgot my glasses, so my eyes stung as I stared at the computer screen. "Irina," a familiar voice came to my desk. Her face was pleading, yet anxious. Abby was standing in front of me, and somehow I immediately knew something was wrong. The office had been relatively quiet since this morning, which was quite strange for me.

Through my room's wide glass window, rays of sunlight splashed across my face. My sluggish eyes slowly opened. My pulse is beating, and my mind is blank, even though my eyes are open. It's as if an adrenaline hypodermic has been injected into my carotid artery. My respiration rate begins to stabilise as I struggle into the absolute blackness. I struggled out of bed and made my way to the restroom. When I glanced in the mirror, I saw a mess; my eyes were swollen from sobbing all night.

sliding into my car, I drive out of he parking lot, my eyes heavy and red. ... I wake up to my alarm, my hands reach to the side of the bed, turning it off. I don't feel like going out today. It's best if I just stay in here, and cry my life out. I remain in bed, my hands tightly round Scott's pillow. I'm wearing his shirt, and somehow, it doesn't soothe me like always. It just gives me so much pain. Shrink into the bed, crying. Wiping at the bathroom mirror, I could see my face well from all the steam, my eyes are puffy and red and my glow is gone. I look pale and tired. I quickly brush and leave so I don't have to stare at myself longer.

Her eyes stayed open all through the night, watching how the dark clouds gradually turned brighter and brighter till the dawn of a new day. Clara dragged her exhausted body out of bed and went to stand in front of the mirror and was shocked by her reflection. Dark circles that surrounded her eyes and little red veins were visible inside her white eyeballs such that she looked so much like a ghost. Clara couldn't believe it herself. She ran into the bathroom and took a quick bath and brushed her teeth before coming out of her bathroom to wear her clothes.

Aurelia I woke up with a swollen and red eyes. My eyes itched in pain. I groaned in pain as I felt a sting of pain in my head. I clenched to the bed sheet with my eyes tightly closed as my back aches in pain. The bed feels so warm and big that I wish I didn't wake up from my sleep again. I smiled unconsciously as I inhaled a sweet and mouth watering scent of someone familiar.