Here Comes The Hurt Again Novels & Stories

Whitney asked he nodded, and the two walked back to the car, she was caring for the injury "Silly, you should not hurt yourself like this next time." "How could I not? If my heart is bleeding then this is small." Gregory said. "I am not making calls, I just don't want to talk to you." Gregory played music, and as he played, Akon's song Blame on Me, he sang along with it. "Like how you are the best thing in my world."

DRAVEN The second they walk into the party, it hits me again, harder this time. Like a wound I keep pretending has healed but rips open every time I see them together. It shouldn’t hurt this much anymore. I’ve seen her with him for days now. I should be numb by now. But I’m not. I’m nowhere close. The ache is still there, sharp and stupid, crawling under my ribs like it owns the place.

"Ready your ears. The next song you listen to will hurt again." And the music started to play. you left me alone On a dark road Just to finish the Love fought for And this is why the word 'emotional damage' was born. Pain and sorrow are what you buried My heart was wounded Of your promises of hope oh dear I'm begging you can we be again Before he spoke, I heard him chuckling. "Again, another song I wrote because of being affected by Taylor Swift's 10 min version of All Too Well." "When I watched that 10 min video, I knew right away that I was definitely not the only singer/composer who could write a song that hurts while reflecting with that heart-breaking music video."

I thought allowing myself to relive that incident will allow me to heal but who am I kidding. This shit still hurts like hell. Suddenly I felt a warm palm clasped again mine, “He is never going to hurt you again… I won’t let him get to you.”

“When your day is long…And the night…The night is yours alone…When you're sure you've had enough…Of this life…Well hang on…Don't let yourself go…'Cause everybody cries…And everybody hurts…Sometimes.” The regret lays thick inside my heart. It just kills me inside. Why did I have to be so fucking stupid? I messed up something perfectly good by saying the one word that we both agreed should never have happened. I skip back and play the song over and over again. I can see his truck in the driveway; he is standing next to it; it looks like he is on his phone. The pain suffocates me again; I take one big swallow of my tequila to numb it away. It's two in the afternoon, and I am wasted.

Shawn reached out a trembling hand to touch it, only to freeze midair. His voice cracked, and the tears he'd been holding back finally spilled over. "Where's your scar? Why is it gone? That was the mark you took for me…" I calmly straightened my dress and pulled it back into place. Watching him fall apart, I gave a faint, distant smile. "Shawn, I'm just following your advice. You said it yourself—'That's enough. It's all in the past.' Since it's over, there was no reason to keep an eyesore like that on my body. I'm moving on."

Tears were streaming my eyes, and everything hurt. “Where’s Albert?” I was already screaming. “She’s in shock,” I heard somebody saying those words, but I shook my head. Nobody would understand the pain. No one would know the pang of losing someone over and over again. The memories of Albert pierced through my heart that I felt like I would go crazy. He couldn’t be gone. Why did I have to come back if I would just experience much more pain? Wake me up! Wake me up! Wake me up! “Wake me up!” I did not know I had been screaming those words until somebody wrapped arms around me. I tried to wriggle away from him, but he held on to me tighter.

Four words. Four words were all it took for me to come sober. Four words were all it took for me to focus my attention on something else rather than alcohol. Four words I never thought I would get to hear. Four words that could completely change my life. "Naomi Wells is back." Naomi Wells. I never thought I was going to hear her name again. She left Arnold City five years ago and I had always thought there was no way she would come back here but according to rumour, she was back.

Instead, I land on something hard and feel an agonizing pain shoot up my body. Shit. Not again, I have barely healed and now this. The night burns around me and blood soaks my body from head to toe. I do not know how long I lay like this but from my blurred vision, I think I see Conner running towards me, he is shouting at me but I am unable to make out what he is trying to say. He could be singing a rock and roll song for all I know. My head rolls to one side, Clyde. This had been a trap.

At that moment, I finally understood why so much in this life had unfolded so differently from the last. She went on, "I couldn't figure it out at first. No matter what I did, Harry still couldn't cut you off completely. But now I understand. You came back too, didn't you?" Ember let out a wild laugh. "Did you really think being reborn would change your ending? I'll make sure you die just as miserably as last time!" At her signal, the men behind her began closing in. I shut my eyes, despair washing over me. Had I come back to relive the same tragic fate after all?