Here Comes The Hurt Again Novels & Stories

It couldn't be. Vincent said I was born wrong, said I would always be a runt. At best, I was just something for people to use. "I've…always been like this." Judy went quiet for a second, then asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?" Yes. Everywhere. My legs had been broken and set wrong. My left ear barely worked. There were dark bruises across my lower stomach. Every time I came out of the isolation room, I would hit myself with a stick.

Killain It's all happening again, my mistakes, I've hurt her all over again. I never do anything right , the only thing I'm good at is opening people up and stitching them back up. Nothing ever works and I'm tired. I hate this …I fucking hate that I always make the wrong decisions whenever it comes to people that I care about and now it's happening all over again. I'm better now … in fact, I'm supposed to be discharged tomorrow, but I'm leaving this place now.

Maxwell had also gotten attacked too, but not as badly as I had, so I sent him to get a nurse that would stitch me up. Shortly after Cecelia stepped out, I reached for my phone, going through my emails. A couple of them were from my informants, and two others were from Vincent, which I clicked open since they were more urgent. Gnashing my teeth, my fists tightened as I ignored the aching throb in my arm by rolling my shoulder a bit. Fuck. It felt like a bone got crushed in my arm.

30| HURT Roxie and Tanner watch me in silence as I drink directly from Tanner's bottle of alcohol. I feel like shit and I have never felt like this before. I have always been this carefree person, but the minute Caleb showed up in my life, everything went to shambles. We fought and fought, then he proposed to me, and then I finally ended the relationship. The first year, I thought I was gonna die. I'd given up on relationships and I vowed to focus on my job and have fun. And fun, I agreed to have by following Roxie to this top Miami club. And that was when I met this beautiful blonde man, with a smile that can melt your heart. He was the best thing that's ever happened to me in a long time.

The bullets Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying It'll be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying Have the time of your life Breaking through the atmosphere And things are pretty good from here Remember everything will be alright We can meet again somewhere Somewhere far away from here We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We never learn, we been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times We gotta get away from

Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow I'm left seeing red on my own You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Stitches by Shawn Mendes

I whisper to myself in pain I feel my heart breaking into pieces,I'll never heal from this pain Katerina is dead and it's all my fault.... . .

I thought I can fix it once I’m here… No… I can still fix it now that I’m here, I will do anything for her to come back to my side. I will tell her once more that I am here, to let her feel that she’s not alone. “Fuck!” I punch the wall, the hot sticky red liquid from my hand starting to drip down to the floor. Though, I don’t care! I can’t even feel how hurt it is. My chest is more hurt than my wound. I feel like my heart is being torn off of millions of needles, twisted tightly like it’s going to rip in half. I hardly breathe and my knees trembling, all my strength suddenly left just like that.

Liam’s head turned suddenly in my direction, and his eyes locked onto me. Seeing him again hit me like a strong wave crashing over me, pulling me under before I had a chance to breathe. All the work I had done to heal myself, all the nights I had spent lying awake and trying to put the broken pieces of my heart back together, suddenly felt like they meant nothing. I had spent so many nights staring at the ceiling, whispering to myself that I would be okay, that I would move on, that the pain would fade one day. But the moment I saw his face again, it all came rushing back. The pain spread through my chest, sharp and fresh, like a wound that had just been torn open again. My throat tightened,

“There are things about me that you don't know, Jordan.” “Then tell me those things." His voice took on a softness and he moved closer to me, cupping my face in his. “Tell me what I need to know, Marissa." The tears came then. Not in droplets, but in rivulets. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. Jordan cursed softly before crushing me against himself and wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I don't know if I can do it again, Jordan." I said amidst sobs. “It hurts. Love hurts. And opening up hurts. And I don't know… all of it just scares me."