I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Every time I feel the pain, I'd always remember your face. How you suffered in my hands and I always find myself knowing that the pain I'm going through was nowhere near to what you had went through. I couldn't move forward because it felt unfair-the agony I had to through was not even the slightest bit near to what you had to experience alone-and it was unfair." "Yunoh, nothing is fair in pain," she stated wisely, giving him a smile. "We do get hurt, all of us do. But we couldn't compare what I had to take to what you had to take as if we're trying to outdo each other on who's pain was not enough."

Rhea The first thing I feel is the pain. It isn't just a dull ache. It's a blinding, white-hot agony that radiates from every inch of my body. It feels like I’ve been hit by a truck, then dragged for miles over jagged rocks. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears like a frantic drum, as I force my eyes to open.

I could die from it, but I didn’t want to risk myself anymore. If I was going to die from all of this, I’d rather die being asleep than die from all the pain without getting any rest from pain. I closed my swollen eyes as I took in a deep inhale, and the moment I closed my eyes, darkness hit me and I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I couldn’t even feel my own heartbeat.

“Don’t tell me my little stun belt’s getting to you?" Hanging my head low, I spat on his shoes, mad that it was the only thing I could do. “Fuck you.” He pushed the button again, punishing me longer, the suffering enough to make me want to kill myself. When it ended, I lost all sense of my body. All I could feel was pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. ‘Why can’t someone just fucking kill me?’

With my eyes squeezed shut, I placed my feet on the needle mat, feeling the sharp needles pierce my flesh. I bit my tongue and continued walking. As I reached a certain point, the pain intensified, becoming unbearable. My body convulsed, unable to bear the pain any longer. "I hate my parents!!" I cried bitterly, my voice trembling. "I hate my dad." The pain was too intense, and I couldn't feel my feet anymore. I wouldn't be able to walk again. I knew I could die at any moment. "I hate all of you!!" I screamed, continuing to move despite the agony.

Pain was all I felt. And all I'd ever feel.

*Thorn* The pain is a dull throb now, a background noise that blends with the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’m slumped in the chair, my body a marionette with severed strings, barely hanging on to consciousness. I can feel the bruises blooming across my skin, each one a testament to their cruelty. I know they’ll keep coming, keep pushing, until I’m nothing but a broken shell. But I will keep fighting, and keep my mouth shut. I can handle pain, I am used to pain… probably more than anyone else realises.

From how quickly things were progressing, the pain, the buzzing in my ears, the darkness that was slowly creeping in, the consciousness that was slowly fading away, and the suffocation, another second there and it would have been a miracle if I would have ended up as just a cripple. Yes. I would have been lucky to come out as s cripple. From the pain that had consumed me, I had sensed it, death so near that it had been practically chocking me. And, I might have never seen my father at his prime, but after going through such kind of a torture, I would give a standing ovation to anyone who went through it and came out alive, despite whatever condition they came out in. They could come out coma

All the thoughts flow freely right through me, I'm a walking encyclopedia, the one who knows it all, I'm the knowledgeable chosen one. I stopped trying to feel or move anything anymore because it just kept on increasing the pain I felt and horribly, I couldn't react. Imagine being in so much pain and not being able to react at all or help it. Pretty sure you can't imagine that because you're a spoiled brat and the most pain you've ever had to endure was a paper cut.

Because every time I felt the terrible pain, I wanted to quickly go back into absolute darkness so I could escape the pain. I was a coward, but for the first time, I wanted to die because my body couldn't handle the pain that was spreading throughout it. Although I had been stabbed, shot, beaten, and even had my nose broken when I was kidnapped before, nothing had come close to the burning sensation in my body at the moment.