Heart Ripped Out Of Chest Novels & Stories

I whimper as the tears flow my inevitable doom approaching. “Put her out!” I feel the sharp prick before the burning liquid enters my heart and numbs my body. I jump bolt upright screaming and grasping my chest the burn still radiating throughout. I gasped for air as tears streamed down my face. I feel someone touch my back and scoot backward frantically. I fall to the ground and continue to scoot until I am backed into a corner. The stone is cool against my back but it does nothing to soothe the burning pain in my chest. I sob hysterically my entire body shaking as the burning radiates throughout me. My heart hurts in a way it never has before. It feels like someone is tearing it in half. I

She stopped when she saw me and got down from it before approaching me on her feet. I felt numb. Then, I straightened up and found my heartbeat quickening. After that, it was all nausea, and loud beats of my heart, and the noise of my ragged breaths. All of a sudden, there was too much to feel. Even after a week, the gaping hole inside my chest big enough to fit a whole West was still the same. It felt like I got my heart ripped out of my chest just yesterday. The realization that she didn’t desire me, didn’t love me was as life-threatening as ever.

I roared in extreme disappointment while crying my heart out. I suddenly felt an overwhelming energy from within me, causing me to transform into my passive-aggressive form. I felt the usual burning sensation of the insignia on my neck radiating to my chest. It hurts so bad that my heart feels like it is being torn apart—it feels like it is being cut open.

Brave I perceived a knife stabbed unswerving into my chest. The pointed tip of the knife landed through the skin of my heart. I am certain that very moment my heart does not wish to continue. Damn, my heart breaks. Oh man it is very painful. My heart is pounding very weak. It feels like my heart admits defeat and does not want to fight anymore. I couldn’t stop crying.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. God, please make it stop. Please end this. I can’t take it anymore. I wanted to reach into my chest and rip my heart out. Maybe then it would stop hurting.

He checked my vitality as he put it on my chart. "Noah, please forgive me." I said and he turned to me. His eyes were burning in anger and I was ready for him to get mad at me. He put down his chart. "Your left leg and arm haven't heal yet and now you fell down from the stairs hurting your right ankle and scratch your right knee and right elbow. You really want to collect bandages all over your body?!" He bursted angrily and I was shocked that he was bursting at me in a really loud voice that I 100% guaranteed that the whole emergency room could hear it.

Fuck Mr Gerald. I moved away from the bedstand and on my way to the bathroom to have my mouth rinsed, the same pain I had felt the day before came back and it felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest that moment. I grabbed my chest and held the chair in the room for immediate support so that I won’t fall.

‘Perhaps I should just leave him and live out the rest of my life alone. Her voice cracked slightly, as though her resolve was crumbling. As tears brimmed in her eyes, she fought the urge to cry out, ‘I’ve lost everything! Why should he care? What does he see in me? A sudden, sharp pain erupted in her chest, as if a dagger had pierced it. She gasped sharply as she doubled over in agony, clutching her injured heart. It felt as though someone had stabbed her repeatedly, rendering her unable to breathe or move. Pain shot through her entire torso, threatening to rip her apart. The sensation took her breath away as fear gripped her heart with paralyzing ferocity.

His body was drenched in sweat despite being wet and his heart was racing rapidly "Please respond sweetheart" he muttered desperately as he repeated the same thing and moved back hoping to see a difference but she was lying there a sign lifeless His head was in a mess as he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't know what to do despite being a qualified doctor. He was irritated as he ripped her wet shirt which was stuck to her apart exposing her chest area. He didn't even mind what he was doing would later cause problems but he ripped her shirt full until it left her body

The pain was physical: a sharp, burning sensation radiating from my chest outward, stealing the air from my lungs. I pressed my hand against my heart as if I could somehow hold the broken pieces together.