Romans & histoires You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive

Bleeding Out Hunter pov The adrenaline that had carried me through the fight began to ebb, and with it came the full realization of just how much blood I was losing. What had started as a manageable wound was now a steady stream of crimson that soaked through my shirt and dripped steadily onto the asphalt beneath my feet. "James," I said, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I don't think—" My legs gave out without warning, sending me crashing to my knees beside my SUV. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding together as my vision blurred at the edges. I pressed both hands against my shoulder, trying to stem the flow, but the blood kept coming, warm and thick between my fingers

“You’re bleeding…” I walked towards the sink and washed my finger. The bleeding hasn’t stopped yet but I don’t care. This blood is nothing compared to the hellish life I’ve been through. “Kelly, let me help you—” “I don’t need your help,” I growled at him as I shot him cold glares.. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “The bleeding won’t stop—” “I can see it,” I cut him off again. “I’m not blind.”

She commanded. I cut my fingertip using my bare teeth and dripped my blood there. "What is it?" “You swear that no matter what happens, you will stay alive for me. You will stay alive forever, even without me.” "Haven't I told you yet?" I happily said. "You make me feel alive." I stared at her eyes, she didn’t even blink. “So, how can I stay alive without you? You are the only person I know who can make my heart stole a beat.”

They all swarm around me hitting me alternatively. My eyes widened to my surprise, I saw myself bleeding for the first time in more than a century. I can feel my body starting to soar while they continue to rip me and tear me apart. "A demon was not supposed to bleed then why am I bleeding excessively?" "What the hell is happening to me?" "Is this the end of me?"

There was no emotion in his voice, so I don't know if I should start running now, or if I should just wait for my body to give me some signal. "So what the hell do you want?" I inquired. "Can I have your blood?" His voice came. I arched my brows and sneered at him. "And why is that?" "I want to live." He mumbles, sounding as if he's in deep pain. "But you are alive." I tried to inform him. If he isn't alive then how on Earth is he able to talk? "I need your blood to be fully alive." He uttered, causing goosebumps to appear all over my body.

I step out of the car. The air is cold. It smells like chemicals. And blood. "Liam?" "Yes?" "If I’m a clone..." "Yes?" "Why do I feel so much pain?" He looks at me. "Because pain is the only thing that proves you’re alive." He walks toward the door. "Are you coming?" I stand in the rain. I look at my hands. They are shaking. "Yes," I say. "I’m coming." I walk to the door. I don't know what’s inside.

Bright red blood soaked through my white shirt, and pain broke out across my body as cold sweat beaded on my forehead. Her movements were wild and untrained, but dodging her was still exhausting. As she stabbed again and again, she screamed, "I'm going to destroy you! Why do you get everything? Why can one word from you decide whether someone lives or dies? Since my reputation is ruined and my dreams are shattered, let's die together!"

Two women and too much stamina? No. I know exactly why I went up there. Because I couldn't stand the thought of him with them. The thought hits me like a gut punch, and I hate how true it feels. "I'm losing it," I whisper to myself. "Completely losing it." I swap out the blood-soaked tissue for another one, pressing down harder this time. It's already turning red. The bleeding won't stop, of course it won't. Because today's the day my dignity and my circulatory system both decide to quit on me.

It was a pure act of self-defense, but who would want to hear that? He was still alive, that, I could tell as his groans filled the air. The look of surprise that flashed on his face when he sat up to realize he was bleeding profusely was something I have no explanation for. I’m sure he couldn’t believe that a supposed regular gun with regular bullets would affect him, but he would be more surprised to know it was not.

Meaning double the beatings. I am bleeding out from the wounds she has caused me—a new person to make my life hell. I am dizzy and going numb—my blood surrounding me. The thick red substance turns my hair a reddish-brown/black color. All I can smell is metallic blood falling from my nose. I can't get any air in. Only blood. My lungs sting from the loss of oxygen. I don't know what to do aside from lay here enduring her kicks. I can't hear anymore. I'm not breathing. My eyes have black dots blurring my vision.