Woke Up With Scratches On My Face Novels & Stories

I get closer to the water and take a look at myself in the reflection. I have deep scratches all over my face. I grab a scoop of water and throw it over my face. My face squinches as the water irritates the scratches and stings my face. "I think I'll take a rest here." I lay back looking up into the sky. I start to think about Brittany wishing she never got dragged into this.

I opened the bag and found my toothbrush and toothpaste, squirting a dollop onto the bristles, I scrubbed at my teeth. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. It was as bad as I had been anticipating, my somewhat excellerated healing repairing the worst of the damage. I had bruising along my cheekbones, over my nose, and around one eye. My bottom lip was still slightly swollen and looked cracked and sore and although someone had obviously tried to clean off the blood, I could see dried, red flecks all over my face. Once I'd finished brushing my teeth, I pulled out a wash cloth and carefully washed my face until all the marks were gone. I really wanted to shower and wash my hair but this woul

“ There’s nothing much to see but I recommend using your mirror” What on earth is he going on about now? I walk further into the living room and check my reflection on the refrigerator panel. My eyes widen. What the...? I run upstairs to my bedroom and straight into the bathroom. A scream lodges in my throat. My flawless face, at least from the last time I checked, is dotted with red sores. The area around my eyes look like it has constantly been scratched and my upper lips are swollen. How did this happen?I was before I went to bed. Dread fills my belly and the steady thumping of my heart picks up pace.

Mama patted my shoulder lightly, kissed the corner of my eyes and then stood up "Get ready, dear. Let mama prepare breakfast on the table. " She said, leaving me who was still silent in my place. I looked at my hands, there are scars that are still fresh there. The wound I didn't have before I slept yesterday. "Auu .." I grimaced when I pinched my cheek hard. I am 100 percent sure that I am not dreaming unless I am so mad that I cannot tell the difference between dream and reality. While stroking my cheek, which still ached, I walked towards the dressing table, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

It was Maya. “Wake up, silly!” A sharp, stinging slap landed across my face, and I woke up with a strangled scream. My eyes opened. I was in my room, clutching my throbbing cheek. Maya stood over my bed, her arms crossed and an accusing look in her eyes.

I was woken up by growling, then thrown out before I had a chance to. “Aye. You look better rested than in a long time. The bags aren’t so heavy under your eyes. But you should shower and shave today. And one more thing.” “What?” He looks around the hall, making sure no one else is there, then motions with his fingers for me to come closer. I do, curious about what this is about. "You should fix that bruise on your face too." "What bruise?" WHACK “Mother fucker,” I snarled, grabbing my jaw and lunging for my Delta, who just punched me right in the face. “What the hell?!”

She had a bruise on her arm and made cute noises with her nose as she slept. I felt like I was in a trance and had not seen her face. She whimpered and shivered a bit, and I was moved. Then I inched closer to her slowly as though moving too fast would make her disappear. I gently brushed the hair from her face and then gasped in shock. Her breathtaking face was covered in bruises. There was a fresh palm mark on her cheek and an angry black and purple mark on her visible eye. Her face was scrunched up a bit in pain.

Vera's POV The scratch ran from just below my left cheekbone to the corner of my jaw. I had been looking at it since I came back from school. I kept thinking that if I looked long enough it would decide to be less than it was. It was not less than it was. It was deep and red and slightly raised at the edges and it was on my face! My face! My freaking face! How was I going to go to school!? I pressed two fingers against it and hissed. Nothing will heal it as quickly as I wanted it to go away. On a normal day, Zade barely tolerated me. With this scar on my face, I was sure that he would not even look at me

Skylar's POV When I woke up, Mom and Dad were gone like always. Which was actually better since they wouldn't have appreciated my disastrous morning state. Not the usual drowsy morning look, it was way worse than that. My hair had developed itself into a nest over the few hours I actually got to sleep. I hadn't even realized that I was still wearing my mud-smeared sneakers, flopped face-first onto my bed. There were small cuts and scrapes on my arms from jumping down and climbing up my window. Also, my head was aching really badly.

I whispered, pressing my face deeper into the pillow. Tears kept falling as I sobbed harder and harder, until I was too exhausted to cry anymore, and without even realizing it, I drifted off to sleep. * * * Krring!!! Krring!!! Krring!!! I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock ringing. So, when I reached out to turn it off— “Ahhgh! Ouch!” I flinched in pain as a sharp sting shot through my arm. The scratches had worsened… and now, bruises were starting to appear too.