Woke Up With Scratches On My Face Novels & Stories

Evangeline POV The pounding headache I woke up to the next morning eclipsed anything I had ever experienced. It felt as though someone had packed my skull with bricks. Even lifting my head took effort. Memories from the night before crashed into me. I sniffed my hands, then my clothes. The smell was gone. I dragged myself out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. My face had returned to normal, but the scratches across my face and arms remained. I traced one with my fingertips. It had happened. I had clawed at my own skin. Heat climbed into my chest as everything came back. I needed to see my mother.

His face flushed, and he glared at me. “N-No!” He yelled, walking away. He is too obvious; we are the only ones living here. I shut the door and take a cold shower instead. I felt hot after I saw him. No, it can’t be! I keep murmuring to myself as his image keeps popping into my mind. Why could I not forget his face? This is all wrong! No way! I am just curious about his scratches wound. I let myself soak and did not stop showering until I sneezed.

I took out the powder and lipstick and then looked at my entire face. "Ouch!" I groaned when I saw a few scratches from wounds on my cheeks, forehead, and chin. Fortunately, they were small, but there was a red mark. Quickly, I dampened the tissue with water and gently wiped away the wounds. Luckily, I wore a jacket and a long turtleneck, so there were no scratches on my body. It's just that my jacket and clothes were dirty, wet, smelled like coffee, and added tears and stretches at certain points. With a damp tissue, I cleaned my clothes as much as possible, but this is still not enough.

all I could do was leave Mama's room. I felt the pain on my forehead from hitting the wall. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my forehead was red, and maybe it would turn into a bump. I also had scratches on my arms and on the right side of my cheek. My hair was a mess because of Mama's hair pulling earlier. I didn't realize how dark it was outside. I'm so weak right now; maybe I should go to the river and swim; it might help calm me down.

Tears filled my eyes, and I wiped my face with the back of my hand. He was so cruel to me. I slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I needed to get away from him. As I went into the bathroom, I turned the cold water on in the sink and splashed my face gently. I sighed as the cold water hit my features and cooled down the heat that was rising into my face. I glanced up at the mirror and stared at my reflection, gasping in horror. My entire mouth was bright red and swollen, as was a portion of my face. I felt around my face; I had to have been dreaming. This couldn’t be real life. I went to bed last night and everything was fine. What happened to make my face look like this?

It was morning when I passed out, now it's night. I rubbed my eyes , getting up slowly. My hands trembled as I tried to support my body weight. My eyes opened wide when I saw bruises and scratches on my arms. I lowered my head and looked inside the blanket which was covering my naked body. ' What the fuck? I'm all covered in hickeys and bites!' I cursed, biting my lower lip as I immediately wrapped the blanket around my body.

I woke up by 5:00 AM feelings much better than I did yesterday. I stood up from my bed and walked down to my bathroom. I took my toothbrush and brushed my teeth and when I was done, I checked out the wound on my face. There was a plaster on my forehead. And I had a black eye at my right eye. Was the fight really that bad? I thought. I couldn't remember exactly what happened, just glincme of it, especially when Miranda almost killed me.

I gasp taking a look at the many different scratches varying in length and depth, I couldn’t even remember digging my nails. “No need to worry little mate, I will proudly bare any scratches and bruises on my neck you may give me, it only showcases to anyone who wishes to look how much pleasure I am able to give you.” He said in a deep voice not seeming to care once again, where I went to laugh but when I opened my mouth, it sent a shockwave of pain to spread through my jaw. “Ow, why does my face hurt?” I asked sitting back a little and holding onto my jaw, this seeming to wake Alban up who moves back to look at my face for the first time this morning.

I was feeling much better now, wandering my eyes around, I realized that I was on my bed and no one was present around me. I sighed, yawned and stretched my body as I sat. My eyes directly went to the purple wounds that appeared on my arms and neck. Pulling the duvet, I felt astonished to see the marks becoming prominent on my legs and feet. I immediately hurried towards the mirror, just as when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I was startled to see my face.

I cupped water from the tap and repeatedly washed it over my face. With one hand resting on the edge of the sink, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Once again. "Looks like I didn't sleep long enough." I took off my wet pajamas and touched my bandaged shoulder. "This is strange. Why doesn't it feel like it hurts anymore? Am I numb? Is this dangerous?" Frightened, I removed the bandages wrapped around my shoulders and chest. Last night, my shoulder and back were scratched by sharp tree branches when I fell on the hill.