I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All Novels & Stories

“On purpose. Because I can’t feel a fucking thing, Meadow. I can’t feel a fucking thing!” Something tugged hard at my chest as realization slammed into me. Alaric was doing this so he could feel something. Anything. Even if that thing was pain. “You don’t know how long I’ve had to live with this,” he continued. “You don’t know what it’s like not to feel someone tapping you to get your attention. You have no fucking idea what it’s like not to feel air against your skin, not cold, not heat. Not PAIN. You don’t know what it’s like to be able to feel, and then all of a sudden, your brain shuts down and you can’t feel anything. You have no idea what it’s like to be me.”

"You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain." ~Jim Morrison

Kleanor" Misery, anguish, and pain all in one that was all I feel right now I keep on shouting in pain. I couldn't even see the surroundings. I know that there are a lot of people and they will say something yet, all I could hear was a buzzing sound. I was rolling on the ground because of the pain that I feel right now. The fire inside of me was melting inside me. I want to give up, However, every time that I've been thinking about my family and the near future, it gives me energy.

"What's that?" He stood. "That you won. That you aren't defeated, that no matter how bad it hurts, you can still feel. Sometimes the best days for someone who's spent their life numb - is to hurt, because we are never more alive than when we feel pain, kick the living hell out of it, and come out on the other side." I blinked up at him and shook the confusion from my head. "Who are you?"

His head lolls freely, his body seeming lifeless like he’s already gone. I’d always thought physical pain was the worst pain in the world. But this pain made me not want to breathe and my heart to not beat anymore. This pain was so mind-numbingly painful, I wanted to fucking die. I deserved to fucking die. This was worse than any physical pain I’d ever had.

“I want him dead! Then I can die too and this nightmare will all be over.” “There was once a time in my life when I felt I had nothing to live for. The pain was so intense, I just wanted it all to end.” I admit. She’s a relative stranger but if hearing my truth helps her even a little, I’m happy to share it. “I know what that feels like, so I won’t come at you with empty platitudes.

*Raven's pov* Pain is inevitable. What is worse than pain? Feeling it twice—that feeling when a train crushes you on its rail, I felt worse. My body became stiff, my stomach felt heavy —still in total shock. I failed my only mission and what I wanted was to die at that moment. I should be the dead one. I failed my father.

Every second felt like punishment and I leaned into it like I deserved nothing less. Burn me. I wanted the pain loud enough to drown out my thoughts. I wanted the sun to blister my skin and melt whatever was left of the boy who thought he could be more than what he was raised to be. I wanted something honest. Pain does not lie. Pain does not manipulate. Pain does not pretend to be love. I stood there until my skin screamed and my vision blurred, until the forest swam and the world narrowed to heat and breath and the echo of words I could not escape.

Make that the second at that tim If you've ever gone through something tragic or lost someone close to you ... The pain is unbearable ... The only feeling you want to feel is the feeling of being numb . Not feeling anything is good actually cause I don't have to worry about the hurt that comes with the realization of loss and the fact that... The horrible fact that you are never going to hear that person , laugh again ,Speak , smile , tell you everything will be okay, remedy any sort of pain you'd be in ,and most of all tell you how much they love and cherish you unconditionall

Manolya’s POV I could feel it. The confusion. The frustration. They weren’t in control anymore. I was. I took a slow breath and spoke into the stunned air. “Pain doesn’t scare me. Regret doesn’t define me. And I’m done letting others tell me what I deserve.” Then the poison burning in my veins flared hotter, searing through every nerve. The pain was blinding, unbearable but I didn’t scream, I endured it. And then, slowly, it began to fade. The burn dulled.