Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

Maisie collapsed on her bed as soon as she entered her apartment. She let out an ugly sob, her day was horrible, and it was the worst day of her life. They didn't plan to make use of her brain. All they wanted from her was to stand in a corner and look pretty like an ornament.

Why did the heavens have to treat her unfairly when all she wanted is nothing but for the best of the person which she owe a lot from? Méah was literally dying from the inside right now. She couldn't understand herself anymore. She felt like she's losing her mind. And most of all, she felt hopeless, useless, empty and lonely. It was like she just failed from heaven to hell. She's nothing but a failure. The burning pain that she's feeling from all of her injuries was now numbed and concealed by something more powerful. It's coming from her chest. And it felt like her heart was being crushed brutally into pieces. Nothing ever compare to this pain.

So, I was a stranger. 'It doesn't hurt me anymore. I don't love my husband. I don't expect anything from him. The most barbaric thing was his name written in my parent's will. So, I have nothing, nothing to go, nothing to live. I depend on my husband. ' "Hey," He softly whispered as I was still frowning at the empty glass. He tucked the hair behind my ear. His fingers didn't touch me. But I felt an unknown wave in my stomach. It lasted for a few seconds but it compelled me to pay him full attention.

I am so grateful to the one who invented music because I would literally die of boredom without it, even though I only listen to one band which is the Mayday Parade -- an American rock band from Florida that I had discovered because of my deceased brother - Zon. My inside cells were already dancing to the beat of the song Miserable at Best as I watched the bus slowly move across the roads. It'd definitely take a while before I reached the school. The conductor kept on calling passengers without realizing the bus was already full. He couldn't even smell his own breath while trying to cross between people standing in the middle of the bus.

I had no where in mind, I just wanted to walk around, under the night sky with the cold breeze at it's peak. Don't lie Eldse, you know what you're looking for, don't deny it. You're roaming around under the night sky, with the hopes of finding her. I wasn't. I just want to cool my raging head and nothing more. I didn't miss her. You want to talk to her. You miss pouring out your pain to her. You miss her listening to you. I didn't. I was trying to shut out the contrasting voices in my head when I saw a slim silhouette of someone. I see I'm not the only one looking to drown their misery this night.

dying. It freezes me to my core and breaks my heart and soul as I stumble over my own feet and the devastation around me. Pain and suffering bleeds from the bricks and morter of the walls as tears well in my eyes. 'What has happened to this once beautiful home?' It's a ruin of it's once former glory, oh goddess, what has happened? And why.. why is it so quiet? There are no crys, no howls for help, just sadness and pain seeping out, trying to suffocate me. Have our people truly given up on us, given up on us coming to save them? I feel myself falling away, this nightmare of a place that was once my sanctuary, my home dissolve into pure darkness when a hollow, cackling laugh ripples out. It wa

"But I couldn't physically live in my own skin. I literally wanted to claw myself out of my own flesh, Noah. It was beyond fucked, so fucked up that there isn't words that will explain how bad it was." "There's no need," I mumbled. "Words wouldn't be able to justify it." I can't fucking imagine going through something even remotely close to that and i have no idea how Tiffany went through all that. It helps to understand a lot but also makes my body ache because nobody, especially Tiffany deserves to go through all of that.

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

Jocelyn's thoughts drifted away and only came back when she heard a loud cry coming from near the doctor's office. Jocelyn turned her gaze to a boy and girl who, from their clothes, looked like punks from the streets. Colored hair, piercing in some parts of their body, tattoos.... Jocelyn almost hissed in disgust at their delinquent appearance, as well as the hysterical crying sound of the girl. Jocelyn couldn't contain her annoyance until she grumbled, "Too loud. Why is she even crying like that?!"

Patience becomes my reluctant companion, my only solace in this grim existence. Every passing second intensifies the pain in my chest, my shattered heart aching with each beat. The damp air carries a bitter chill, seeping into my bones and exacerbating my misery. Memories of freedom, of sunshine and laughter, torment my mind as I try to hold onto whatever shreds of hope I have left.