Hurting For A Very Hurtful Pain Novels & Stories

I wanted to show her that I was in the long haul and that I would do anything for her. But that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt every time I saw them together. It's like a piercing kind of pain that starts in my chest and then travels down my torso until it becomes a pool of heat in my stomach. And if I'm not capitalizing enough, it hurts like hell.

Even though Alexander helped heal those wounds, they’d always lingered, like a dull ache that refused to fade. In a fit of anger, I lost control, my fist crashing into the mirror. The glass shattered, and I cut myself in the process. The shards slicing between my knuckles had a strangely calming and numbing effect, as if the pain was a welcome distraction. I kept hitting the jagged shards, shouting and hollering, but my tears felt stuck, unable to flow. I knew it was supposed to hurt, but the pain didn’t bring any relief. I’d spilled my blood and clumsily tried to clean it up, only making a bigger mess. The sharp sting on my hands was a grim reminder of the pain I’d experienced in this life.

Every fiber of my being was consumed by its searing heat, and I struggled to maintain my composure. It was a pain unlike any other, one that seemed to defy description. It was as if someone had plunged a knife deep into my chest and twisted it mercilessly, shredding my insides into ribbons. The agony was so intense that it seemed to radiate through my entire body, reaching every nerve ending and synapse in my brain.

She couldn't comprehend what was happening. Nothing pained her more than Leonardo's final words. She gasped for air, her body trembling and her heart racing with palpitations. The pain was unbearable, and she longed for it to stop. She couldn't continue to suffer in this way; the hurt was too much for her to bear.

Judith's POV, Days had turned into weeks, and still, I couldn't shake the pain. It was like an open wound, festering and refusing to heal. I had been through breakups before, but never had I felt such agony. It was as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest, leaving a gaping hole in its place. I tried to distract myself, to move on, but nothing seemed to help. The hurt was too deep, the ache too raw. I felt like I was drowning in my misery, with no way out.

Jai Pov The truth was painful. My whole body shook with the amount of grief I was feeling. The pain shoots like someone stabbing the body and twisting it. When I couldn't control myself, I punched the table with my knuckles. I broke into pieces, and it pierced through my skin, and blood started oozing out. This was an external wound, and the pain would subside, but what about the internal wound, the pain that was piercing my hurt and running with the blood throughout my body? Arjun took my hand in his and pressed the wound to stop the blood from flowing. Leena was helping him in tending to my wounds.

The pain was unbearable, like a thousand needles piercing my skin all at once. The frigid gusts of wind mercilessly whipped against my exposed flesh. I winced as warm blood oozed from my wounds, trickling down my skin in tiny rivulets. In that moment, a sudden jolt of agony pierced through my skull, leaving me reeling in excruciating pain. My vision began to blur, and darkness crept in around the edges, threatening to swallow me whole.

The pain, the anguish, they were all still there, lingering beneath the surface. "Just asking because yesterday you were severely injured while fighting," he continued, his voice laced with a hint of unease, trying to find a foothold in the vast emptiness that consumed my being. "Yeah! These wounds are nothing in front of the pain I'm going through..." I responded, my words carrying the weight of experiences too profound to articulate. Pain had become a constant companion, etched deep within my soul, surpassing the superficiality of physical injuries.

“It hurts like being stabbed by a thousand needles.” “I didn’t know my rejection would be this fatal,” Hanna murmured in a hurt tone as the young man who had helped her looked in so much pain with the gruesome marks clearly printed on his broad chest. “So, how can I help you?”

I shouted. "You think I'm not hurt? Do you think I'm okay with everything I did to you during those times? Ki, every time I see you cry because of me, for all the hurtful things I said to you brings me double pain. I haven't been in your situation but my life has also been miserable. We've been through different things these past years but we've both struggled, suffered, and been hurt,"