You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive Novels & Stories

Will I eventually die now, after minutes of trying to fight for it? What happened to the driver? Is Harrison all okay? Am I still alive? I could feel a hot liquid trickle down my forehead. Everything went darker and into a blur. I am bleeding from my head. Is this the end of me? I still want to live. Please let me live.

My mouth goes dry, realising what this means for me, being out in public bleeding the colour that I do. I've always bled the colour purple. No one has been able to provide answers as to why, and due to the questions it arises, mother and I have kept it a secret between us and a few others. Lei knows, and a few other close friends, along with mothers personal physician, and that's practically it. I've gotten lucky never bleeding in public, yet out here, there's a chance anyone could see me. The sound of ice cracking beneath me has me looking over my shoulder.

My mother narrated, and the tears flowed down my eyes non-stop. I didn’t know what to say. I simply cried. “And I hope you know what this means. As of this moment, your life has changed. It will never be the same again. There are responsibilities you have to shoulder and burdens you have to bear. As of this moment, you will need blood to survive. You must have read a lot in the novels, but this is more crucial than they let you know in the novels.” “Blood?” “Yes, from now on, you have to careful because you’ll be sensitive to blood. Your body will crave it, and if you’re not careful, you will not be able to control it, and it would be a problem.” She explained, and I felt scared about the wh

I don't know what is happening but it seems like my life force is draining. But I just heard a scream and suddenly the ground shook and I felt my body thrown in the air again. My eyes were closed and they were too heavy to open. "Aaaaggghhh!" I almost cursed everything in the world when I felt someone stab my side and it hurt so much. So I'm not on my own, I'm on my side and I can feel the sharp things, wet and something is dripping. I slowly opened my eyes and I looked at my palm and I saw the red liquid dripping. Blood. And I am quite sure it is my blood, but how I wish it was not my blood. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I just mentioned the pain in my side.

I don't know what is happening but it seems like my life force is draining. But I just heard a scream and suddenly the ground shook and I felt my body thrown in the air again. My eyes were closed and they were too heavy to open. "Aaaaggghhh!" I almost cursed everything in the world when I felt someone stab my side and it hurt so much. So I'm not on my own, I'm on my side and I can feel the sharp things, wet and something is dripping. I slowly opened my eyes and I looked at my palm and I saw the red liquid dripping. Blood. And I am quite sure it is my blood, but how I wish it was not my blood. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I just mentioned the pain in my side.

I mock. It’s the sad truth though. Bleeding out is my past, present and future. I’ve bleed out so many times that they all blend together. Some I didn’t pass out at all, others I woke up hours later, and the rare occasions where it was days later. My mother didn’t get too worried and I always woke up. But my traumatized past is none of his concern.

The window near my bed allows creamy beams of moonlight to flood in, alighting the area so I can see the dried blood on my skin and on the sheets. Attempting to sit up, I wince, a harsh feeling rattling on the inside of my head, my vision erupting with bright colours and spots of black. A sharp pain in my stomach causes me to lay back down, my hands resting on the tender spot as I breathe the pain, trying not to let it overcome me. I’ve lost a lot of blood. I’m not even sure I should be alive right now. A figure comes toward me, weaving past the beds. Despite the pain, I clutch either side of bed, frightened that this is Vaia, or perhaps Marek here to end my life while I’m weak, while I’m vu

Each heartbeat pulses agony through my veins. My breath catches in my throat as I gasp, trying to comprehend the visceral pain that courses through me. The crimson stain spreads across my chest. My knees buckle beneath the unbearable weight of suffering, and I crumple to the ground. The world spins, colors dancing in chaotic disarray. I feel the very essence of my existence is leaking away, leaving me stranded in a vast expanse of nothingness. Are these the final strokes of my life? I wonder with my eyes gazing down at my bleeding chest.

The раіn in mу hеаd bеgіnѕ tо detach mе frоm my bоdу. I’m lуіng thеrе blееdіng аnd holding in the ѕоbѕ аѕ I ѕtаrt tо rеаlіzе thаt thіѕ іѕ it. I’m going to dіе. Thеу nееd tо fіnd mе аnd eliminate me. I’m a wіtnеѕѕ, аnd іt’ѕ оnlу a mаttеr оf tіmе.

Misha starts cleaning my cuts while I wince in pain. Shit. I don’t remember feeling this much pain. Not even in our alpha trainings. My body isn’t as strong as it used to be. I had my suspicions about the daily blood transfusion making me weak. But fuck if I’m going to whine about it. Kayleigh needs my blood and I’m going to give it to her for as long as it’s necessary. Up to the last drop of my blood. “You’re so dramatic. This is not going to kill me.”