Novel & Cerita David Goggins Can't Hurt Me

The small condo felt like a safe haven, a fortress against the world and its insistent reminders of Giovanni. I settled into a routine, a conscious effort to rebuild myself. I jogged every morning around the apartment complex, the rhythm of my feet a meditative drone. I hit the gym regularly, pushing my body to its limits, needing the physical exhaustion to quiet my mind, to keep in shape, to feel strong again. I also enrolled in a self-defense class, learning to channel my anger and frustration into controlled movements, to feel capable of protecting myself, even if the real threat was emotional.

~Ezinne~ I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned over to kick-start the treadmill. My usual pace was a modest five, a leisurely walk to clear my mind. But today, fuelled by frustration, I cranked it up to ten, launching into a sprint. I had come to the gym so early. The gym was deserted, bathed in the soft light of dawn, save for Rhea, who watched me like a hawk. I was determined to outrun the relentless frustration that had consumed me, unable to shake off the nagging sense of unease that plagued my every thought. I couldn't fathom what was going on with me lately. I didn't like how petty I was becoming and hated the little things that kept hurting me.

What is wrong with you Dawn. I'll just train, it will make me feel better, stronger. Yes if I become strong, he can't hurt me right?. I started with crunches, then butterflies, tumbles, squats, hydrants, push-ups, splits, bridge, pull-ups, leg raises, and skipping. It hurt so much, my feet had blisters, my whole body was drenched in sweat, I could barely stand at this point.

Bold and sloppy to think I wouldn’t notice. It was fine to insult me in public, but not my work. The loud, arrogant fool had no idea the ground was already crumbling beneath her feet. I would remind her—publicly, ruthlessly—exactly where she belonged. Crushing her pride would be my final act. I’d make it hurt enough to echo after I was gone.

And all I ever wanted was for Lumi to live in peace. The news spread like wildfire, and sure enough, all the comments were full of insults directed at me. Photos were traced back to my hospital by some media personnel, who then tried to interview me. Meanwhile, a few influencers went live, threatening to throw garbage at me. Still bedridden, I stared at the cameras and the crowd gathered before me, enduring the reporters' pointed questions. I never wanted my death to be so public, but the wound on my neck left me unable to speak. While the doctor did his best to shield me from the chaos, my vision began to blur.

David used the mind power that he was proud of to resist it for a while, but he was utterly defeated. He quickly closed his eyes. Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp! David finally stopped after staggering a few steps backward. He bent his waist and clutched the shirt on his chest with his right hand as he gasped for air. Huge beads of sweat continuously formed on his forehead before falling to the floor. Right now, David was utterly shocked. That old man was so powerful! He gave David such huge pressure. It was so huge that it was unimaginable.

I shake my head looking down at the ground feeling ashamed that I let Danny provoke me. “Apparantly you’ve both got too much energy so instead of participating in today's training you are going to run 10k, do 100 sit ups, 100 push ups, 100 squats and 100 burpees. IN THAT ORDER. Now MOVE!” Gamma Heath decides. “But Gamma it was Liberty who instigated and started the fight,” I hear Danny try. Instead of defending myself or listening to whatever bullcrap Danny blurts out I go to the slackmill to start my 10k run. Within a few minutes Danny joins me, setting up the slackmill next to me.

Maybe, just maybe, I could claim my place in this world. The days that followed had been a blur—a storm of pain, sweat, and relentless determination. Diego hadn’t hesitated for a second when I asked him to train me. He didn’t treat me as his son. He treated me like a warrior, like someone in need of forging a new strength. He pushed me harder than I thought possible, my body aching, my breath labored. Every moment felt like a test. But with each passing day, I could feel the power inside me grow. Raw, untamed, but undeniably mine.