Guts Crying Novels & Stories

Blarghhh…blargh… I pant, trying to catch my breath but there was no break for me. It came again. If someone was close, they would hear all the retching noises I was making and assume I was vomiting my whole intestines and they would be right. There was nothing left inside of me anymore, everything was in liquid on the floor. I felt as light as the flip flop that came with the pyjamas I had on. I held my clampy body in place with a forced self hug. I was vibrating like a phone ringing silently on a desk, sweating like a she goat for sacrifice. My head hurts together with every part of my body, I was dying that night, something kept telling me.

“Gabriel, my body is freezing!” I was angry and so upset that I felt like crying. My hands clenched into tight fists until my muscles pierced the surface of my skin. I hate it when other people play tricks on me like this. “Hey, Grace. Why are you crying?” Gabriel looked panicked as he saw my tears streaming down my cheeks. My sobs grew louder as I heard his voice, which sounded worried about me. “Why do you keep doing this to me? I'm sick and tired!” I shouted as I wiped my wet cheeks. My chest rose and fell as I sobbed loudly. One hand held my towel, which was about to fall down.

her screams trembled me in my steps. Usually, I would yell my lungs out that It wasn’t my fault, but today, something seemed off. I started crying and sobbing instead. “Oh! Brilliant!” Tessa showed extreme disbelief to my emotions, patting her daughter’s back tranquilizing her agitating nerves. “I d---,” I opened my mouth but the gag reflex stopped me right then and there, “Egggghhh!” my throat felt weird, I was about to throw up. I booked to the bathroom and commenced throwing up in the sink, feeling light-headed and a weird itchiness in my throat.

Anything to fight the cries. I plug my phone in, open Spotify and put on the gym playlist that is as ancient and untouched as most fossils. Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ fills the room. But the cries still squeeze my brain, poke my heart. They’re a long, sustained pitch. I grab the eyeball, open the curtains, then the window, and throw the eyeball out of my life. I slam the window shut and close the curtains, but the cries and screams continue. “Stop it!” I open the minibar and drink everything in there. Gin, whisky, wine. All of it.

Final. I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor. Crying started again. Big ugly sobs that made my whole body hurt. I cried until my stomach flipped and I had to crawl to the bathroom and puke in the toilet. Nothing but water and acid came out because I had not eaten since yesterday. I puked until my throat burned and then I cried some more because even my body was betraying me.

I cried. Not the cute, silent kind of crying. The messy and embarrassing one with mucus drooling out of my nose and snot threatening to make a guest appearance. My shoulders shook. My heart clenched. Everything I had locked up for weeks the guilt, the self-hate, and the ache of missing him spilled over like milk on a hot espresso machine. I could hear the background begin to buzz. “Wait? Is this happening?” someone whispered loudly. “Oh my God,” another said, clutching her chest like this was a live scene from a N*****x rom-com. “I can’t.”

Adrian groaned out what I think is a curse, his face twitching. The moment he gasped slightly, I shoved my fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. His entire body jerked and a strangled, guttural sound resounded from his throat before his stomach convulsed, and he staggered forward, retching violently onto the floor. I looked elsewhere and patted his back slowly, as he continued to gag and gasp for air. His fingers grabbed my hand into his arm, even as he coughed and gasped for air.

I emptied my stomach contents,which was nothing, into the toilet bowl. I was dry heaving for almost 5 minutes while crying profusely. When I finally had the energy to stand up from where I was, I stood under the shower and turned the water to a scalding temperature. I scrubbed my body vigorously while crying, I wished I could grow out another skin to present to Adrian because this one has been tainted by that bastard.

he said with a dark tone. I cleaned my ears to be sure I heard right, I pinched myself to be sure I was awake, I looked at the contract, raised it and saw that I was not in a dream. I could feel my intestines squeezing together out of irritation and embarrassment and I just sat there looking at the contract. “What the fuck do you take me for?” I yelled with tears streaming down my eyes

I grimaced. I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me cry out in pain. I knew tears were streaming out of my eyes, the dirt floor was wet underneath my head. I tried to force myself to stop crying. I tried to get control of my emotions.