Novel & Cerita Heart Ripped Out Of Chest

I-it hurts and it's burning. Streaming hot tears crawled through the skin of cheeks. I tried to lift my hand to touch the ache in my chest, realizing that it was filled with red liquid. The blood continued flowing out of the hole in my chest--- I felt it scattering on my shirt. It was getting colder. But the pain made me quiver more, it hurts so much that I felt my insides crumbling and pleading for air. All of my organs felt like it's going to explode at any second and the freezing sensation began to envelop my body.

"Zane, listen to me… " "No! He's dying and it's all my fault!" The words erupted out of me, loud and messy, completely shattering whatever restraint I had left. My chest heaved as I clutched it tightly with both hands, my fingers bunching up the torn, bloody fabric of my shirt right over my heart. The pain there wasn't metaphorical… I could literally feel it, as if my heart was breaking into billions of tiny, jagged pieces, each one scraping against my ribs every time I drew breath.

Rubbing the left side of my chest with my palm did nothing to soothe the intense pain I was feeling inside. I felt the urge to rip my own heart out to stop the pain. It was just so so painful. My eyes stung with tears and I swallowed a painful lump in my throat. Goddess please… let them be safe…

My chest tightens so hard I fear it may rip out of my body. How could he do this to me? He endangered my life, knowing he didn't want me. “Oh, Babe, i love your pu**y. It’s so sweet,” he tilts his head back, veins in his neck bulging as he thrusts into her. “F*ck me harder, baby.” “I love you, baby.” My chest hurts terribly. It’s hurting. Pain explodes inside me, too much to bear. The room spins. They don't notice me. They’re clearly enjoying it, tearing my heart apart further.

*** I gripped my chest, taking quick breaths as I crashed to the floor. I blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears while struggling to ease my aching head. I fetched a glass of water and chugged down the liquid but the pain in my chest wouldn't cease, it felt like my heart had been pulled into a knot and both ends of the rope were being tugged in opposite directions. It gave a painful twist but I refused to cry because crying only meant that I had accepted their reality.

Suddenly, a sharp, white-hot agony explodes directly in the center of my chest. I gasp, my hands flying to my collarbone as I collapse flat onto my stomach in the mud. The pain is so intense it robs the air straight from my lungs, making my vision go completely black around the edges. My chest tightens so fast I can't draw in a single breath, the muscles locking up as a cold, paralyzing dread spreads through my veins. It feels like a thick iron chain wrapped around my heart is suddenly being yanked, stretching to its absolute limit before violently snapping.

The Heart's Residual Ache Chloe watched his retreating back, her hand involuntarily clutching the fabric over her heart. A sharp, sudden pang of agony shot through her chest, and the tear she had fought so hard to contain finally escaped, tracking a hot path down her cheek. She knew. It was truly over. She had told herself it wouldn't hurt this much, but the visceral ache in her chest told a different story. His mark on her soul was deeper and more permanent than she had ever dared to admit.

“Because someone else occupies my heart. I cannot love another,” In that moment, I wished I could escape the anguish that consumed me. The searing pain in my chest was unbearable, as if an invisible hand had reached in and was squeezing my heart. A thousand tiny needles seemed to pierce my heart, making every breath a struggle. I felt myself hyperventilating, my breathing rapid and shallow. I felt like dropping to the ground and screaming.

The electrocardiogram flatlined. “No!!” She screamed, startling the doctors and nurses and running towards them. Her heart felt like it was being punctured repeatedly by a jagged blade. She clutched her chest at the physical pain she felt in her heart. Her eyes leaked hot painful tears and she ran to clutch his little cold body “Hold her back!” The doctor instructed no one in particular.

It’s a shame that such a young, beautiful girl had to lose her life so soon, in such a vile a vicious manner. Whoever did this, didn’t even bother making it look like a werewolf attack this time. They beat her to a pulp. Her body is littered with a variety of purple and blue bruises. I can’t be sure without an autopsy, but it appears as though she has a couple broken ribs as well. None of that killed her. What killed her was the gaping hole in her chest where her heart had been removed from her body, a big W etched into the once pumping muscle and then it was placed back in the chest cavity.