We All Bleed Red Song Novels & Stories

×Anastasia× Rain pours heavily on the hood of the Mercedes AMG. The soft tapping of it should ease my mind, but it doesn’t. Nothing relaxes me anymore. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be at peace. “Take me to the bedroom, life is all I’m asking for.” The lyrics to that song said love not life, but who am I to correct my aunt. She has a big smile splitting her cheeks, and a happy tune playing through the radio of the car. Her brown hair bobs with her head, and her manicured fingers work the steering wheel with precision.

he asked. "Like a baby.. it's the only remedy for those nightmares I keep having" I replied with a shrug. As we stepped out of the house and hurried towards where our motorcycles were parked, I couldn't help but welcome the fresh air filling my lungs; replacing the horrible stench of blood and death. We waited for the chaos to begin before riding away. Tonight was a big victory for me; big pity I won't be around to see Richard's face but I'll be kind enough to send him some flowers.

Just don't do it for too long or I will get sad for real. - "So, what do you think?" Red asked after the song ended. Their class has ended and they're now at the music room. The song's not yet finished, in fact it's only a minute long but Hayan could feel the sadness of the song. He could feel his chest tightening. He didn't know it was possible to feel that emotion through a song. "It's really... Good." He said sincerely. Red's mouth curved into a smile. "You're really good, Red. But..."

I was standing as a bridesmaid at the wedding of the man I once loved—nothing more than a prop to make his new bride happy. Then, I was pushed onto the stage. Roxanne linked her arm through mine, smiling sweetly. "Gabby, haven't you noticed the way everyone's looking at you?" she whispered, her voice laced with provocation. That was when I realized all the men were staring at my chest and waist. Their eyes crawled over me, lewd and filthy. A beat later, Roxanne added with a smug smile, "Clint didn't want anyone gossiping about me, so he shifted all the attention to you. The video he mentioned last night? He's already uploaded it. It's got over 100 thousand views!"

“Something that could actually end all this shit.” Jules raised an eyebrow. “But?” “But it might get us killed for real this time,” she said. He smiled, his usual wild, reckless and familiar grin. “We’ve died a thousand times, Kyla,” Jules said. “One more time won’t hurt.” Kyla nodded faintly, but her eyes dropped to the dusty floor, shadows gathering under her lashes. Before the silence could stretch too long, Jules stood. The creak of the old metal table echoed slightly in the empty warehouse.

White and black filled my vision. "Endure it a little more." Conrad's cold voice made goosebumps settle on my skin. "Ugh! My throat hurts from screaming. And tears kept flowing at the side of my eyes. The moment I looked down, realization hit me like a truck. "Why am I...b-bleeding?!" Dark red oozed out of me like water from a broken pipe. The white bedsheet is now stained with my blood and my previously lilac nightgown cannot be recognized by it's soft color anymore.

~I got way too much time to be this hurt Somebody help, it's getting worse What do you do with a broken heart? Once the light fades, everything is dark Way too much whiskey in my blood I feel my body giving up Can I hold on for another night? What do I do with all this time...~ She continued, until it came to the last line of the song where she slowly opened her eyes, as tears freely flowed in her face for everyone to see.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

She paused her singing for a moment to suck in and exhale a deep breathe of air “…I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show….and I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control….but I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain…to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain…from my eyes..Tonight I want to cry…would it help if I turned a sad song on?….”All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone….or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters…it’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better…but I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way….”