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

Its weird I know but then again nothing else about me is normal. I pull my case with only one eye open since when I rubbed the other one, I think I ripped open my cornea. I also pull down my eye drops from the medicine cabinet then carefully pull my eye open. It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it.

I dropped the knife in my hands and dabbed at my eyes with the edge of the apron, squinting and blinking rapidly to reduce the burning sensation in my eyes. "Are you okay?" Adrian asked, concern lacing his tone. "No. I am not okay." I whined as the burning sensation in my eyes did not seem to be receding. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "My eyes are burning. They sting!" I whined, blinking my eyes rapidly again. "That's normal while cutting onions." he said. "I saw that in a documentary once. What do I do about my eyes? They're hurting seriously." "Just calm down. It will stop stinging you after a while. Don't rub on your eyes too much, or they'll bruise." Adrian said, wrapping his fingers a

And the Unexplainable thing happened as I was staring at those red eyes the new tattoo on my neck started to tingle. I ran my hands on the mark at the sensation; it may be my imagination, but I think the brightness of those eyes increased a bit. Okay, that's weird. How can that be possible? I try to concentrate on looking into those lights to identify what that is. My eyes start to sting because of the strain from looking at it without blinking for a long time. When I blink them once, it doesn't even take a second, but the red lights are gone. And the window is closed.

Then it aggressively flips the car upside down, producing a head-shaking thud. Both Davide and I gasp in pain. When I inch my eyes open, my vision is blurred and one of my eyes is stinged with something oozy and sticky. Weakly, I lift my hand to my brow near that eye. I jolt in pain when my fingertips prod my brow. Without the need to see what my fingertips felt while prodding my brow, I know then that the oozy, sticky, painful and rusty-smelling liquid is my blood.

I know now I can able to sleep peacefully and I close my eyes. I woke up after a peaceful sleep and looked at my baby who was still sleeping peacefully. I guess my headache is also somewhat okay now. I again pulled her closer not having any idea to leave her any soon. I was rubbing her cheeks when something caught my eye. I blinked my eyes more than 5 times and couldn't able to believe what I saw. I thought it was because I just woke up from my sleep but no, it's real. It's not imagination, it's true.

They had returned to their normal color, amber with the pattern of the honeysuckle. “ Your eyes are very beautiful Eva, especially the intricate pattern in your eyes. They remind me of the honeysuckle.” I whispered before I could help myself. She backed away instantly. I looked down embarrassed. “ Are you alright, Alex? Do you feel any pain?” She asked. I could sense the worry in her voice. Why would I feel pain? Then I remembered my slit cheek and a bruised jaw. My hands flew to my cheek subconsciously. I felt nothing, no blood, no gash, no dried blood.

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that everywhere was blurry. I blink, feeling tears rush down my eyes due to the pain of trying to clear my eyes. I blink again and the ceiling comes into focus, it's a hammered glass that houses several florescent bulbs. The hammered glass is surrounded by a white pop ceiling that hurts my eyes. I shut my eyes and try to think of where I could be.

But during my trance, the pupil changes from a circle to a cone, which is the window through which the light enters, the intensity of the light. “Wouldn't it be a shame to lose the sea if it were only perfect on land?” Bewitched by the sound, I reached out and pressed on his eyelids. There is not only a thin layer of eyelids, but eyelids also wrapped under a layer of smooth thin, then the thin piece was gently pulled down by me.

SARAH Dull pain crept through my state of unawareness. I winced, or at least I thought I did. As my senses slowly returned, I realized there was something blocking my throat. A sliver of panic surfaced but quickly died in a mass of blurry sensations and more and more acute pain. Opening my eyes hurt. A sharp, bright light stung. My eyelids were dry, and when I tried to blink, it felt as if I were rubbing my eyeballs with sandpaper. I closed them again.

What the hell is wrong with me? "You're lucky your nose isn't broken," the nurse says with a raised brow as he dabs the blood off my face gently. I don't reply and wait until I'm handed an ice pack for my jaw and one for my left eye which is throbbing with pain. "Your knuckles will be bruised for a week or so and you'll be stuck with a black eye but no breaks so I see that as a win," the nurse tells me before sending me back to class when the bell rings.