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

“Because we were bored. With each other. With ourselves.” “That sounds painful in its own way,” Marcus said. “It was,” she admitted. “But in a quiet, dull ache sort of way. Yours—” She paused, glancing at him with empathy. “Yours is sharp. But at least it means you lived.” Marcus let the words settle. They landed deeper than he expected. “I guess…” he said slowly, “I’d still rather have the pain than feel nothing.” “I know.” Jade smiled a little. “And that’s brave.”

I feel everything when all I want is nothing. I want nothing. I need nothing. Nothing is better than this. Being no one is better than being someone with no one. No one to love, no one to trust. I lost it all I will lose it all. The hated becoming the hater. This was my curse. I’m the reason for the pain the suffering. Maybe I should be the one dead. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I wanted it to end.

𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜. 𝐸𝐿𝑂𝑅𝐴'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉 "Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional." ••••••••••• Pain. Pain is all I've ever felt ever since my dad died. Pain is what I felt when my mom died of depression.

The Lycan Twins Abused Mate Chapter 4. CALL ME MASTER BITCH. Quotes. “Of pain, you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain, there are no heroes” I was heartbroken, and scared, I had a lot of anxiety. I was worried, I felt weak, and I had no idea how I was ever going to come up with strength. But I just closed my eyes and took a blind leap. I knew I had to get out of here.

I writhe, gasp, plead meaninglessly with them to stop whilst my body begs for more. By the time I reach sixteen I'm less interested in counting, more in remaining in place. I bless the leather cuffs which keep me where I need to be, absolving me of responsibility as the pain grows, becoming a living entity, consuming me until nothing else is in my thoughts. I'm no longer screaming with each stroke, or if I am I can't hear it. There's nothing, nothing but me, them, and pain. Glorious, mind-emptying, purifying pain.

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.

Come lightning and thunder, you're the one who suffers. Knock me out, kick me when I'm down. It will only disappoint you. Come lightning and thunder, you're the one who suffers. I repeated this verse to distract my mind from physical pain. I knew that the moment I stopped to relax my muscles would feel tight and numb, with possibly throbbing pain. I couldn't stop. punch my face Do it because I like the pain Every time you curse my name I know you want satisfaction This will not happen knock me out

NICHOLAS Pain. I crave pain like an addict would crave drugs. It's a feeling I was also used to. I've gotten so used to it to the extent I go numb, It doesn't hurt anymore. I got used to the pain ever since Jack, my dipshit of a father smacks me around when I was little. I've learnt how not to feel pain and at the same time I needed the pain because pain is much better than having feelings.

Is there something wrong with me that he won't touch me? Whatever that feeling is, I don't enjoy even a moment of it. My body feels like I'm about to burn alive, and as soon as Vince pulls away from me, a terrifying scream escapes my lips as intense pain spreads through my body. Damn it; I knew he had to stay close to me. For years, I thought there was no pain worse than the injuries I've sustained in fights, but this bitchcraft tops anything I've ever felt.

And now, even that fear seemed laughably small compared to the reality. “I am nothing,” I realized. “Not to them. Not even to myself.” The water pressed against my eyelids, and the darkness beckoned. My body grew heavier, my limbs sluggish. With every breathless moment, the pain in my chest gave way to numbness, and I welcomed it. It was easier than feeling. Easier than living.