Hurting For A Very Hurtful Pain Novels & Stories

Like something terrified of being left alone again. And beneath all the agony I felt its real fear. Not fear of suffering. Fear that the suffering would never matter to anyone. Tears streamed endlessly down my face. “You’re not a monster,” I whispered weakly into the darkness. The network trembled violently around us. The entity answered immediately. Broken. “THEN WHY DOES IT HURT THIS MUCH?” The question shattered me. Because every reader of life eventually asks that same thing. Why does loving people hurt so badly? Why does losing them feel unbearable?

Chapter 11 Sienna Pain is supposed to be this intense overwhelming sensation of nociceptors. A group of sensory neurons with specialized nerve endings widely distributed to the skin. Months ago I felt pain deep in my tissues, muscles, joints, and my most visceral organs. It was like I was living and breathing hell. Only I was in so much misery that no one heard me scream. My body on the outside was wounded by the bullets that shattered my flesh. But it was nothing compared to the inner pain. I suppose my lack of ability to scream made it worse. Even after waking up I feel traumatized. Misshaped. Abused.

I don’t know if I want to kill him or just see him suffer, but one thing is clear: I hate him, and I want him to feel every ounce of the hurt he has caused me. I punch every inch of him, my fists fueled by the memories that flood my mind. Each hit feels like a release, a desperate attempt to drown out the pain that clings to my heart. Tears spill down my face, relentless and hot, as I keep crying, trying to hold myself together, but I can’t. I just keep punching and hitting Charles, as if with each blow, I can erase the hurt and the sorrow that have taken root inside me. It’s the pain of betrayal, the ache of losing a part of myself that day, and I want to fight it all away.

My hand found their way to my knees, gripping them tight I could feel my fingers digging into the little skin there. I cried till there was nothing left. Till I felt the pain reduce, till I was numb and couldn't move. Because it hurts. It really did.

Gasping for breath, I curled into myself, the intense pain engulfing every inch of my body like a merciless wildfire. "What the heck—? Ugh!" I groaned, my voice strained with the pain that gripped me. My muscles tensed, my skin prickling as if with needles. The torment was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I tried to focus on anything but the searing pain, thinking back to Rhea’s memories to find the origins of this pain. But I failed. I couldn't even think. The pain was too much! 'What's happening?' I wondered, concern tingeing my thoughts. 'Is this what Rhea experience everyday? Is she having a stroke?'

Due to the short distance he and I stood but he was not having his way with me, my body began to hurt even more sending another blood curling scream of complete torture to ripple from my mouth. “Please reframe from making those noises, it is not only causing such anger to ripple through me but pain myself that you are experiencing this. If it carries on, I will have no other choice but be the antidote to your pain.” Archer mutters out still gripping the doorframe but though his anger, I felt the deep pain he was also feeling that I was experiencing this. “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE; WE NEED TO STOP IT!” I cry out fully having felt enough of this pain, I didn’t know if I’d be able to take anot

I clutched a hand over my heart and curled my body on the ground. It hurt... It fucking hurt. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my whole life. I felt like dying. No, feeling like dying was an understatement. It was like my body and soul were ripped in half. Rhett and I couldn't stop roaring from the pain. ‘Make it stop, make it stops, MAKE IT STOP!’ I shouted in my mind. Instead of getting better, the pain intensified. Other than feeling as if my soul and body were torn apart, there was now a feeling of being burned alive.

So is the teacher little, or you in pride have grown? I am hurt, wounded within. I couldn’t fulfill the cause for which I enrolled. Couldn’t gain confidence. I am torn apart, hurt by part as well as whole. I couldn’t save it. Today still, maybe. I still couldn't explain how much I mean to be fit. Tears don’t bother anymore. I feel pain without any water or substitute. Hurt, wounded deep, I do not weep. I can feel the pain for now even without a real weep.

A pool of fresh blood stained the velvety carpet on the floor. "It hurts… It hurts so bad…" He curled himself into a ball as he rolled around the floor in pain. Beads of sweat mixed in with his tears, streaming down his cheeks continuously. In the midst of the assault, Julien's rage acted as a shield, rendering him almost numb to the physical pain. It was as though he had detached from his own body, insulated from the agony that should have consumed him. But now, left to grapple with his injuries in solitude, the full extent of the pain crashed over him like a relentless tide. It surged through his muscles, gnawed at his joints, and seared through his flesh, engulfing his entire being in a w