I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The neighborhood was quiet and business like, no birds chirping, no neighbor screaming, I missed the little things but I wanted to be who I was, to live freely not as a FAG but as a person. I'd come a long way, fought so many battles, seen so much pain to break down here. You don’t know pain but you will Rays words echoed in my head, I stared at the ceiling vehemently, what did he know about pain? Just because he had a past didn’t mean I didn’t know pain, pain was pain, was any greater than the other? A needle lodged in your neck or a knife in your chest? I'm definitely picking the needle, ok fine maybe some pains are greater than others but I knew pain too, I had my own past too, why was I

My mind is so obsolete from everything and if talking to Ares is what I am gonna do right now, I will absolutely lose my mind. Losing my mind is not funny, though. I rolled my eyes to myself as I grab the coffee mug and just stridden towards my living room. I wanted peace and comfort but life has its plan for my life. If it is meant to be this way, I don’t have a choice but to lift my chin and welcome every pain in order to survive. They are wrong though. Pain doesn’t make you stronger it only makes you numb to the point where you can’t realize that you can’t feel the pain anymore.

"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.

He said. I cried again while crawling on the floor. Is this as hard as most people say it is? It's not only my body that feels pain but also my mood, and I think that's the most painful of all. I tried to cry while trying to fight the pain. I can't breathe anymore; my problem is increasing with every word Maximus utters. I gasped for air, but I sucked nothing. I'm just forcing myself to breathe because if I give up, I won't be able to live anymore.

I don’t know what it feels like to give yourself as a whole to a man without truly wanting to do this in the first place. All I know is that…I feel horrible right now and I know this is my punishment. Without saying or doing anything, Cain leaves me to myself. He is behaving too out of character today just like me. I stay under the water as time gradually passes by me, making it impossible to bear the pain. The pain has reached every inch of my body, making me feel like I am going to die soon. It hurts to breath, it hurts to move, it hurts to talk. Everything hurts.

Because everyone understood how I felt, not the situation but the feeling of being measured compared, and found lacking. "I was not hated " I said honestly. "That is the part. People think pain always comes from being mean." I shook my head. "Sometimes it comes from people's preferences." That hit people hard I could see it in their faces. Because when you are the one being overlooked it does not feel harmless.

*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