Hurting For A Very Hurtful Pain Novels & Stories

Alexa smiled and adjusted his head on his neck. “So Chris” She continued like he just nodded at what she said. “Huting others because they hurt us does not take away our own pain, it only makes us keep inflicting this pain on others, including those we hold dearly and the worse part is, we won’t even know, does that make sense to you now… because…’ she blinked in sudden realisation, the air aligning with their conversations and blowing softly under the bright moonlight.

His eyes leveled with mine and began in a deep voice that I’ve never really noticed before. “When you care about someone, their pain is yours.” I raised a brow. “I don’t really think so.” He strutted forward and I had the sudden urge to move back. He was taller than me, his shoulders broad and squared, and his eyes reflected a low, warm light from the touches on the wall. It was beautiful, achingly beautiful. “It’s not like you’ll feel the pain physically. You just feel it. Because when they are hurt, you don’t want them to be hurt and when you cannot do anything to help, you feel pain. A burning in your chest that would not go away till they are okay.”

I curled my hand into a fist until my knuckles turned white and punched the stony ground as hard as I could, releasing all the frustrations and shame I feel while I hear Laurent’s agonizing screams as the healer corrects the position of his bones before his body completely heals. I remained in that spot until I no longer heard Laurent’s screams and his pleading to just end his life. I have been into so many battles and I understand the feeling of that kind of agony as someone had to perform surgery on you and correct the position of your bones while your muscle tissues are in the process of regenerating. Painkillers are not powerful enough to numb that level of pain and so, it must be a huge

So much Hatred coursed through me, but it couldn't stop the excruciating pain I felt right now. I couldn't stop the painful scream when I felt a sharp pain. My lower body felt like it was on fire, I tried twisting away from his stronghold which was nothing but a futile effort. He flipped me around like I was nothing but a piece of paper, my stomach on the bed. I buried my face into the bed, screaming in pain while he only let out pleasure sounds.

Of course random people won't see it, all they'd see is fear but for those of us that know what pain is and how it looks like, we know that Butcher still mourns, still hurts, still wishes it was just a bad dream. Does it ever go away? The pain, does it ever stop hurting? Maybe for regular people it does but for us sworn in blood and violence, it doesn't stop, it does not leave. It continues until we become numb and can no longer feel. Can no longer tell if we should scream or cry. I want to give up, I really want to but I can't. I'm in too deep. We're in too deep. My eyes are tired of crying, my throat is dry and sore from screaming. I take hold of his cold hand and rub it.

I want to go ballistic. I’m f*cking married to someone whom I don’t love. The man whom my parents entrusted me tricked me. The pain is killing me. My boyfriend sold me to his boss. What’s the worst it can be? The man whom I treasure the most sold me. It’s worse than killing me. I kept crying for hours. I lost count of the time. Until everything turned black.

I whispered . It .. it must hurt . He may be immortal but .. doesn't it hurt ? Judging by his facial expression , I stand corrected . It was twisting and contorting , trying to bear the pain. I may hate him but it was uncomfortable to watch . I didn't want to see him get shot over and over again . And yet , I couldn't look away . Sometimes we have that moment where something is so terrible , that we can't look away even though every cell in our body is telling us to . People are .. well , strange indeed.

"So what if you know? You've already signed everything over. The house and car belong to Maia now. And since you're tied to the system, you'll be sick as a dog soon. You won't have anything left to fight with. You won't live much longer anyway!" At the mention of the system, Maia grabbed my arm, pointing at the small wound there with a triumphant grin. "Wow, it's working fast. Look at your skin—it's starting to rot already! Soon, you'll be covered in sores and pus just like I was. You'll be begging to die in no time!" The little scrape on my arm did look bad, but it was just a cut I'd gotten while cleaning, irritated by the heat. It had nothing to do with the pain-transfer system.

Everything hurt. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to rein in the pain and discomfort, but it didn't seem to be working. My entire body itched and scratched. I couldn't seem to stop the yearning. My breathing grew ragged, the itch beneath my skin intensifying until it felt like fire coursing through my veins. I dug my nails into my arms, desperate to hold myself together, but the pain only seemed to amplify. Why does it hurt so much? I could barely think straight. My skin was clammy, and my throat was dry and sore. Everything was going wrong. I writhed in my position, the cold, damp earth slipping through my fingers like the illusion of peace that had blinded me momentarily.

"Why are you like this? Why are you not feeling it? Why are you hurting me?" A bitter smile formed on Elliott's lips. "Hurt you?" He scoffed. "Tell me how I'm hurting you. Do you even have an idea of what hurt actually means? You don't know what real pain is, Zoey. Do you know what it's like to be in so much pain that you feel like destroying the person you cherish so much, huh?"