Novel & Cerita Woke Up With Scratches On My Face

I stayed under the spray until my fingers pruned, trying to scrub the memory of Doctor's clinical touch and that fucking camera off my skin. When I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, Starlet was waiting. She was perched on the edge of my unmade bed like a glittery bird of prey with wide eyes. "What the hell happened to your face?" she blurted, leaning forward. I touched my nose, which was throbbing dully. "What does it look like?" "It looks like you tried to head-butt a brick wall. And lost." She pointed at my cheekbone. "That’s gonna be a hell of a shiner tomorrow. Who did you piss off?"

The morning sun warmed her face and the birds chirping hits her aching head. She slowly sat up wondering why she felt so stressed. Suddenly, she recalled yesterday's events forcing her to get up from the bed. " May! I'm coming" she said, putting on her slippers and staggered out of her room holding her head with her hand. ... **" I opened my eyes to a burning sensation. Looking around I found myself lying on the ground in the woods, close to the camp's fence. "Ugh!" I moaned as I felt something cold pour out of my eyes putting a kite-like scar on my face. The same one I saw on Jason's face.

The wolves growled, the fire roared, and Cullen stepped closer with those bloody hands reaching out for me, scratching my hands and leaving behind what looked like scratches? I screamed. I screamed so loud I jolted awake. My chest heaved, sweat dripping down my face. Ava and Nia shot up in their beds, shouting my name, but I barely heard them. My whole body shook like I was freezing. Then I saw it. Scratches. They were long, red, and they ran along my arm. They had not been there before. I gasped, clutching my arm, my heart pounding like crazy. Were my nightmares… real?

"Is it really this?" - Jasmine slept in her luxury penthouse at 3:00 a.m. Her left palm itched. She scratched, feeling sharp pain and stickiness. As she switched on the light, horror struck. Her scar had torn open. Bloody trails covered her bed. Worse, her left palm continued to itch. She called 911. - Lugh fell off his bed. His stomach hurt— he had scratched his surgical wound bloody. His heart raced, compelled to scratch. "The doctor! Call the doctor now!" he bellowed at his nurses, trying to fight the pain with mystique power.

I didn't want anyone to disturb me, besides the noises only made my headache worse. On top of that, when I stripped off to take a shower, I saw strange scratches on my arms, legs, stomach and back, as if I was fighting some wild animal. The weird part was that I didn't feel any pain, of course, until I got in the shower and the warm water touched the scratches. I somehow got through this nightmare shower, put on my bathrobe, went into the living room and, tired, I lied down on the couch. The headache finally eased a little, so I drifted away quite quickly.

Aside from picking up any payments due, as well as ‘reminding’ any apparent slackers of what they owe, I have quite the free schedule, as per usual. I brushed my fingers against my unmasked face, rubbing on edges of my scar on my cheek to soothe down an itch. Though I would love to just scratch it, unfortunately, my face would hurt if I do that, especially around my scarred area. All because of the incident that one day five+ years ago, involving that mutt. A knock was heard at my door, in which I replied, “Come in.” The door opened, and from the smell that came in, I could knew it was Zeke who entered the room.

I feel completely drained the stress and anxiety of all this making me weak. I get in heading straight to the bathroom. I finally take a look at myself in the mirror horrified by what I see. My lip is split, I have several scratches on my face and neck, my cheek is slightly swollen from where he hit me. My neck is the worst I can still see the handprint from where he held me, the colour a horrible dark pink and purple.

I was excited to know who the visitor was and I hope my alters don’t take over. I woke up feeling lethargic again with a weak body and no memories to what happened before I was out. I don’t even remember how long I was out and what things I did but I woke up with straps wrapped around me. I felt a stinging pain all over my body and I think I have had new scratch marks again, probably on my arms as per usual.

No wonder I felt like hell. I had a gash running from my upper cheek down to my neck. Wounds and scratches took liberty to roam all over my face. They were all burns, but all mended nonetheless. Freshly mended, for that. It seemed as though it had not been long since I got them, nor was it that long when somebody took it to heart to ever so gently tend to them. Although, I had no memory whatsoever of something as such happening, I still could feel cold hands all over my body, and whispers of gentleness assuring me that I was going to be alright come morning.

I splashed my face with cold water to wake myself fully woke up. I looked at the mirror and my eyes widen. My neck and collarbone are full of hickeys. I pulled up my shirt and little and saw the red marks all over my chest and stomach. In the morning, I could hardly open my eyes so, I didn’t notice them. No wonder, he was looking at my neck and collarbone from time to time in admiration. He must be admiring his work on me.