I Know You've Been Hurt By Someone Else Novels & Stories

I just smile then I nod. 'I'm ready.' **Everybody is going to hurt you, you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for - ***

But I’m wrong, I’m not just hurting myself, I’m also hurting him. Adri, what have I done?

"You are the one who has been injured." Avoid making it appear as though you're not the only one who is causing pain to the two of us. "Yes, I am hurt by what is happening to us, however you are wounded by Shello, therefore it's a different situation." I don't appear to be familiar with the Scott I'm now dealing with. He's like a completely other Scott. "No, Scott. Not at all. "You said you wouldn't let me leave, and you kept your word."

I can't allow it. Her brown eyes turned teary and I thought she was going to collapse in front of me. The pain was there again, now on the surface. Clear as gold in crystal water and suddenly the realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. Someone hurt you. - the sentence came out without me being able to stop it and the look on her face erased any doubt I might have had. Ellen had been hurt and the wound still hadn't healed. I would recognize an expression like that on any face. It was the same one I saw in front of the mirror every day. The same as someone whose heart and every feeling has been damaged.

"I will hurt everyone who hurt you, baby. I will let them feel the burning fire of hell. So please... tell me everything..." "Why don't you try to hurt yourself first, Ethan?" That made him stop. I gulped and shook my head. "Among all the people who hurt me in the past, you were the best at hurting me. You always had the way to hurt me. So instead of getting back at them, why don't you hurt yourself? Why don't you let yourself feel the hell first?"

But with each passing moment, I realized that the damage I had inflicted upon myself and others was not so easily undone. Regret, like a relentless adversary, continued to shadow my every move. It whispered doubts and insecurities into my ear, reminding me of the pain I had caused and the irreparable damage I had wrought. I berated myself for my foolishness, for my misplaced trust in a person who had only shown me disdain.

The raindrops hitting the glass seemed to echo the painful memories, as if they were trying to wash away the lingering pain that still clung to my heart. Jane is hurt because of me, and I can't help but feel responsible for the pain she's going through. Her trust in me has been shattered, and I can't blame her for wanting to distance herself from me. The weight of guilt settles heavily on my shoulders, knowing that my actions have caused such harm to someone I deeply care about.

I know she's hurting because of what she witnessed. I'm hurting too because I unintentionally caused her pain. No matter how much you try to avoid doing things that might hurt the person you love, you still end up hurting them. But I know in my heart that I did nothing wrong. I was a victim too, and I wanted to explain myself to her. But she’s not giving me any chance to explain at all. I understand her, but I’m also in a helpless situation.

My mate was trying to make me jealous. I felt a tingling under my shirt right where my hidden bruises lied. If only he knew. I really felt irritated by myself knowing that I had caused harm to myself simply because of a cheating mate. I should have known that I was the price regardless of how he acted. Now I felt really stupid for inflicting harm on myself, thanks to Alexa. She had made me see myself in a new light. Now I would only work harder to be a tracker, that was my dream.

I wrote that I wished there were a place where the good-hearted ones only ever met their own kind, and the liars and manipulators got funneled off to meet theirs. I ended it with a plea. If someone loves you, be careful how you handle their heart. Some people recover from the damage. Some never do. For some, it bends the entire course of their life. And some go on to hurt the next person, because hurt people hurt people, and round and round it goes. When the last of it was out of me, I closed the laptop, lay back down, and slept better than I had in a long time. I woke up the next morning, showered, and decided to start looking for something. A job, anything to keep my hands busy until I fig