Why Does My Eye Feel Bruised When I Blink Novels & Stories

I touched it and felt a terrible throb that made me audibly wince. "Are you injured too?" Minerva's father got up from his seat and looked at the spot on my head where I had my hand. "I don't know," I replied, feeling disoriented. "You have a bruise." My eyelids began to feel heavier than they already were. I couldn't keep them open without having to force them open to stay awake. My head started spinning, so much so that I felt a slight wave of nausea. I placed a hand on my forehead to try to stay calm. I felt sharp pains every minute, making me wince, and my vision began to blur, and I couldn't hear everything clearly.

ALTHEA My eyelids feel like stone. Heavy. Aching. Every time I try to lift them, they drop back down. But then, finally, I manage. Light floods in, too bright and too white. I wince, blinking fast, my dry eyes adjusting slowly to the glow. Everything is clean. Too clean. Pristine white walls. Pale curtains fluttering slightly from the breeze coming through a half-open window. The sharp smell of disinfectant tickles my nose.

I take a shower, hoping to rinse him off, but even if the smell completely dissipates, I will not be able to restore my body to the way it was before he touched me. Getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and look at my face in the mirror. I have a faint bruise on my forehead, but otherwise, I look about the same as I always do. Except for my eyes. I can see the sadness within them, their lack of life and vibrancy. I have bags beginning to form as well from lack of sleep, and my eyeballs are red from all of the crying I did the night before.

He smiled and returned back to what he was doing. I took a deep breath. I can do this. I started to chop. Well not that bad, I'm impressed. After a minute, I felt itching in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my hands. It started itching more. "Damien? Uh, why are my eyes itching?" He sighed, "That's because onion irritates your eyes. You should've known that Li... Just wash your eyes." Of course, I should've known. Moving towards the tap with my eyes half-closed and half-open, I turned the tap on. Taking water in my hands I splashed it in my eyes.

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

he said. Blanke turned around, putting his back to me, and walked away. Amon was already back, and I hadn’t rested since this morning. What if he found me breaking his order? “Fine. I’ll welcome him in a minute.” I went back into the room toward the bathroom.“Ah, damn it,” I cursed when I saw my lower eyelids had turned dark and my eyeballs were red. Stinging, like sand had slipped into them. It wasn't because of the time moving from morning to afternoon, but rather the fear and guilt that were eating away my energy until it was gone.

My reflection stared back at me with silent accusation, and suddenly, nothing made sense. Snatching a washcloth, I begin scrubbing my face furiously. Despite how bad it looks, there are no bruises, no cuts, no swelling. “It’s probably just another nosebleed,” I mumble. They’ve been happening more and more often lately, especially after seeing him. Something always worsens after we cross paths—migraines, bleeding, something. I blink, leaning in closer to inspect the reflection. My stomach twists when I spot the whites of my eyes—no longer white, but clouded with a deep red hue. “What on earth?” I whisper, horrified.

During that time Rain held my head up with one hand while the other was on my shoulder. "What happened?" He asked worriedly when I calmed down. "Nothing" I pushed him away and stepped down and went to check on Eliane, thankfully she was still sleeping. "That didn't look like nothing" I bit my tongue to stop a nasty reply, he sounded genuinely worried. "It is nothing, it's called Ocular Migraine, I occasionally have static or flickering blind spots in my vision, It's related to my migraine." "If it happens occasionally, why were you panicking?"

All I can think of is downing a nice, cool glass of water. I stumble into the bathroom, half-blind, and after one glance in the mirror, it’s immediately apparent why I can’t see properly. One of my eyes is bruised and blackened, the lid entirely swollen shut. When I press my fingertips to my cheekbone, I wince in pain.

CYRUS’ POV I woke up the next morning feeling hot. The sleeveless shirt I wore was sticking to my skin in all the wrong ways. My legs felt heavy and my head hurt. There was a tightening feeling in my chest and it felt oddly familiar. Everywhere was dark, and it was only when I tried to blink my eyes did I realise that they were still closed. It took way more energy than normal to open them, the irritating feeling of both my eyes’ upper and lower eyelids sticking together ever so prominent. Finally, I was able to peel my eyes open, allowing unwanted light to seep into my sight.