Guts Crying Novels & Stories

I'm going crazy here' he tossed his phone back on the seat next to him after he read through the text that had just popped on the screen of his phone. "Shit!" He cursed angrily under his breath as the tears he'd been fighting back finally found their way down his cheeks. He was hurt and the only way he could express it was to shed tears. Who said that men don't cry? Who said that it's a crime for men to cry? They are humans too, he was a fucking human too. He had emotions just like the other gender, so why shouldn't he cry his pain out? Why should he pretend to be fine when he was dying inside?

I can’t even begin to dissect them or get them into any real order or control. So much for a timeout! “And how many more months of this?” I cry, waving my hands at the toilet hopelessly, grabbing the flusher in repulsion, sniffing back new tears. “And the fucking crying … I’m so done with all this crying!” I yell at him.

My throat runs dry and a lump starts to appear, I know it’ll lead to nothing but tears so I try my best to push it down. I will not cry. —*

Cosmo gasped “m-my f-friends! My FAMILY!” He scooped up the slopping guts around him and let them splatter to the ground from between his fingers. He threw his head back and wailed. The heartbreaking misery echoed off the blood-soaked walls above him. The bodies hanging over the levels only stared at us, their liquified eyeballs crying onto the dead below. “I d-don’t want t-to live” Cosmo whined, before clutching at his ears “their screams won’t stop! Make them stop, please!”

“Is something wrong? Your face seems to be turning yellow and you look like you are about to puk- … ” I quickly put a hand on my mouth and sprang on my feet before dashing down the hall and falling to my knees to hug the toilet seat. My breakfast bar. No! That was the only thing keeping my stomach from eating itself. Soon enough, I found myself crying over the spilled breakfast bar and hurling throat-hurting, yellow acid. Carl was instantly by my side. He rubbed my back with one hand and held my hair with another.

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.

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.”

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