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

My eyes burned harshly as the light from the single bulb swaying carelessly above, invaded it. I winced in pain as the water seeped into my eyes, causing me to blink rapidly to wad the feeling. A stinging feeling rode up my arm as I flexed my wrist to try and rid myself from the entrapment. I rocked back and forth but the stinging sensation ravished my torso and my feet.

It would have been more effective if I had ordered the wall of that room to stay where it was. Brad even tried to hide his amusement by covering his mouth with his hand, disguising his laugh with a fake cough. He didn't even know why I had a black eye, slightly swollen and with a sickly yellow color around my right eyelid. If he knew how I got it, his attempt to hide his laughter would have been a total failure. I never imagined my angel would have such a heavy hand. Every time I blinked, a sharp sting along with a dull pain in my eyeball spread across the entire right side of my face.

I couldn’t see my whole body in the reflection because of its size, but it is enough for me to see some of the bruises on my face. Before the tears started forming in my lower lids, I blink them away and shake my head. Why are you crying, Ezra? It's not that this is new. Why are you even surprised that he doesn't like you? Most people are and you shouldn't be surprised by it anymore. I shut my eyes close and let the tears on my eyelids roll down my cheeks.

What I see makes me drop the toothbrush. My face is still covered in bruises, but that's not what made me drop the toothbrush. The iris of my left eye is violet. Not like a shade of blue that could be a purple in the right light. No no. My right iris is still the drab gray I'm used to, but the left looks crazy. I blink my eyes hard a few times. Still the same. I try rubbing my eye but it doesn't make a difference. There's no mistaking it - my eye is bright, practically glowing... violet. Two days seem to last forever. I'm not complaining though. I've never gotten so much sleep in my life and as a bonus, I get three meals a day. Three! I keep looking in the mirror. I can't get over how weird

The empty semi lit living room seems like heaven and once I plop myself down on the plush couch some of my unease washes away. The back of my hand rubs forcefully at the tender skin under my eyes as I lie on the sofa, watching nonsense on TV. A rug burn like sting encompasses my eye sockets and whenever my eyes well up with tears from having them remain open for so long it burns even more. My heavy eyelids fight to close and without wanting to abide, my body pushes my fearful mind aside. Blackness.

My vision is getting blurry and I close my eyes for a few seconds. “Jude, baby, what is going on?” I can hear Bonnie’s voice in the background, but I can’t even open my eyes. My head hurts so much that I feel like I am going to throw up.

However, he always made sure to glance back at Renee, who was seated behind him on the couch, during their discussion. Renee let out an adorable yawn, then rubbed the tears from her eyes. To her surprise, an eyelash got caught, and she quickly blinked and continued rubbing her eye. After a while, Renee started feeling pain in her eye. "Julian," Renee called out.

They seem so far away. After a while of mental debating, I reluctantly crawl out of bed and draw the curtains letting in the sunlight. The bright rays shine directly into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I can feel a burning sensation at the back of my eyes. I blink a few times for my eyes to adjust to the harsh light. "God damnit!" I mutter slowly backing away from the window. "Fuck!"

My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sand into the lids. “I need a break,” I whispered, though he wasn't really listening. I grabbed my bag and headed for the restroom down the hall. Inside, the harsh fluorescent lights made me wince. I leaned over the sink and pulled a small bottle of eye drops from my purse. I tilted my head back and let the cool liquid hit my stinging eyes. It helped the dryness, but it left my lashes wet and my eyes looking red and puffy. I looked like I had been sobbing for hours.

He didn’t take his eyes off the screen. "I brought an ice pack." He finally looked at me, arching his brows as if to ask why. "For your bruise." "Oh." He took off the glasses as I handed the small pack to him. "Thank you." "You're welcome." I hesitated before asking, "You wear glasses?" "Oh, it's just for the screen; there's nothing really wrong with my eyes." He smiled before lifting the shirt he was wearing and placing the ice pack by the bruised spot.