Novel & Cerita You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive

I asked bewildered. “Maybe, it’s some kind of a twin connection, because when one of us is in danger, the signal comes to our brains, or maybe it’s my fantasy. I don’t know. It’s a wonder. But what really makes me disappointed is that you wanted to end your life!” he screamed. “I thought that you were dying! Don’t you think, that it would be a little bit selfish to leave me alone in this world when I’m already without mom?” “But I wouldn’t have died!”

I'm in so much pain that I can barely handle sucking in oxygen. Shit. I must be bleeding. There is a warm feeling in my body. I'm hot all over, and it feels like I'm leaking. As if my body has turned into a faucet because something is trickling out. Probably a lot of blood. Am I dying? I'm trying to blink and see something, but my head is spinning. I can't move a single limb in my body. Fuck-fuck-fuck! Why is this happening? I've never been this scared in my whole life.

I stared blankly at everything happened. Maybe I am the person who is meant to be the face of misfortunes. I couldn’t even think straight. I shouldn’t have treated people when I couldn’t take care of myself. What happens if she really died? * It is 3 in the morning and I couldn’t really get any sleep after another horrifying nightmare. Like always, I gasped as I woke up, but sensed wetness in my pants in addition to it. I rushed to the bathroom imagining the worst. And it has already happened. There is blood everywhere. I don’t know how to clean it. It is spreading on the white floor. It is a life, a life that is still growing, and it is seeping like some liquid. I screamed holding my stomac

The culmination. I thought about the blood. The blade in my thigh. The pain that had been almost pleasure, or at least that had opened a door to something greater than simple pleasure. That feeling of being alive, truly alive, for the first time in my life. Was I going mad? Perhaps. But madness was better than reason. Madness was warmer, truer, more intense. Madness was this: feeling your blood flow and finding it beautiful. Being afraid and wanting to continue anyway. Desiring the one who hurts you.

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.

The word bleed caught my attention and i know something is wrong somewhere my belly hurts slightly, same with my thighs, it feels moist, warm and i feel nauseous all of a sudden i look around i had slept outside’ That explains the rocky bed, but he said i am bleeding, i look down at my body, i saw a red stain just on my skirt and i felt a pang in my chest, ahh, my mini skirt was soaked with blood, it felt like i was stabbed on my thighs, the sandy surface of the ties were red as well. Am i really bleeding, why, when did i get stabbed?,mom barged the balcony, with a scary look on her face, which immediately relaxed as she saw my skirt soaked, is she happy i slept outside, or she is happy her

Whatever this period thing is, I feel like I’m dying and I’m sure I will with the amount of blood that I am losing. “Your womb, when you don’t become pregnant, the lining will shed with the cycle. That is why you are bleeding. It is completely normal. I have things that can help you.” He what? Pregnant! “And human women could die from this? Losing blood like this, but they still live?” I ask as the pain just pulses but is bearable. How do human women do this?

Silver Title: The Bleeding The floor was cold against my back. I could feel it through my jacket, through my jeans, through every layer of clothing that was supposed to protect me from the world. But nothing could protect me from this. Nothing could protect me from the burning pain in my side, spreading like wildfire through my veins. I was bleeding. I knew it before I even looked down. I could feel it. The warmth soaking through my clothes. The wetness spreads across my skin. The way my body was slowly, steadily, giving up.

SKY It must be hours later when the cold bite of the night air wakes me. I blink open my eyes and realize I’m human again. My head throbs so badly that it feels like drums beating inside my skull. When I try to lift it, I feel the rough scrape of dried leaves sticking to my cheek and the crust of blood clinging to my lashes. I wince as I raise my head a little, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. The sharp sting across my stomach forces me to drop back to the ground. I’m alive. That’s the first thing I tell myself. Alive. Step one complete.

“It’s just… period stuff. Really bad timing on top of the cold.” He was watching me with that intense focus that always made my stomach flip. “You’re bleeding,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “In my books, there’s no difference between that and dying . Pain is pain.” The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made something warm bloom in my chest. I couldn’t help it. I smiled at him. A small, shy, probably ridiculous smile that felt too soft for the moment.