You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Well, I knew we werent friends, but still… STABBING ME? I wanted to yank the knife from my chest cavity and throw it straight at him, but I knew better than to pull it out. I would just bleed out faster if I did. I could hear commotion and screaming from both sides, but my mind was a blur. I couldn't focus on any one thing, just my own heartbeat in my ears. Then the feel of my blood draining from my body and spilling into the ground below where I lay dying. Holy fuck, I was dying… The thought was so foreign to me. And the feeling of losing this much blood, this fast, it was almost freeing. But I didn’t want to die, I wasn’t ready! Not yet. Not like this! What a stupid way to die.

Proof that I’m alive. And yet, it’s more than life. A sudden rush floods through me; it’s electric. I’ve never felt so alive. In no time, I stand before the place where my body lay shattered only moments ago. Blood stains the floor, but the body itself is gone. How… am I alive? The question claws at me. This is impossible. “Miss, are you alright?” A guard stares at me with horror. His eyes glance at my blood‑stained clothes. I am alive! I nod and respond, “Yes.”

"Why are you bleeding?" "I am bleeding?" Ivy looks down in horror. I am bleeding.

“Have you ever wondered why you’re alive?” I scowled. Why was he changing the topic? “What kind of question is that?” “Think about it; you were in the hospital… You were hopeless and lifeless; the doctor said you needed blood to survive.” His voice cracked slightly. “They couldn’t find a match fast enough because you had no relatives.” Suddenly I felt a cold run down my spine. Something about the way he was saying this made me uneasy. “So?” “So, I gave you my blood.” My breath caught in my throat. “Did it match?”

My hands trembled as I pressed them to my stomach, tears streaming down my face. “No, no, no,” I whispered, shaking my head. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as fear hooked me. I grabbed my phone, dialing Leo with shaking hands. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail. My stomach sank. He wasn’t coming. I decided to text him instead, ‘Leo I’m bleeding , I need help.’ For a moment, I just sat there, helpless and scared. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. “You can do this,” I whispered. My voice was shaky, and I didn't want to think about why I was bleeding.

I couldn’t even tell what part of me was bleeding anymore. Was I going to survive this? Could I? I don’t know how long I lay there. Minutes? Hours? Days? But then The sound of footsteps. My eyes fluttered open, every part of me trembling. And there he was. “Julian?!”

Instead of me just focusing on the main reason that brought me online in the first place. But as they say, what you seek, you shall find. And that I did find! But as I did, the scowl on my face only got deeper and deeper. My jaw clenching tighter and tighter as I read the words, “Last time, I bled on this page. Got attacked, I almost deleted it. But your words made me feel less alone. Sometimes, the loudest way to leave is to start living. And today… I felt alive. For the first time in a long time, someone saw me —

Blood is gushing out and if I don't stop it quickly, I will bleed out. Not worrying about anyone seeing me, I am surprised to look up and watch a woman absolutely horrified stand there screaming at her husband to help me. It is kind of comical the way she screams, "Oh my god Ralph, that man is bleeding everywhere." Not like a woman would that was genuinely worried, but someone who is thinking how distasteful it is to bleed in her presence.

His headlight reflected something frightening yet elating. The dead woman stirred, her chest rising and falling in fast succession as if trying to hold on to life. She is alive?! A confused voice exclaimed within him. An odd surge of joy and adrenaline rushed to his blood. Without thinking he turned off his ignition and rushed to her, kneeling beside her. Carefully, he turned her over the overbearing metallic smell of blood filling the air. Her skin was a scary pale bluish colour, a sign was dying if he ignored the bleeding she would die for real this time.