I Wanna Feel I Wanna Heal Novels & Stories

The only thought she was capable of having was scorning me for being a cripple, making me unworthy to be part of her own dazzling life. "Her condition is worsening. I'm her sister. It pains me to see the way she's suffering every single day…" Zoey looked at me with tear-filled eyes, but the sight of them only irritated me. "I hate myself. She's my sister! Why am I not a match… "Caleb… you're the man I love more than anything else, but she's my sister. Every day, I'm tormented by how torn I feel. I don't know what to do. I really don't know… I only thought of you because I had no other options left…"

Couldn’t he see he was ruining his own life going after something that was not even going to make a difference in the end? “I am never going to heal till I get back what I lost. Even then, I doubt I will ever be able to wipe off from my mind the picture of my mother’s dead body hanging from the ceiling.”

"She's the kind of woman who gets what she wants. Smiling. I don't hate her. I just… I resent that clarity." They sat in another silence that took forever. Outside, a horn blew a long way off. Inside, Amiriam felt like one of those snow globes someone had recently shaken. “I want to stop feeling like this,” she said. “I want to stop replaying everything in my head.” Dr. Reiner leaned forward, her eyes kind. “The first step is knowing you’re worth healing. Not fixing. Not patching. But healing.” Amiriam felt something shift. Not quite relief—but something close to acknowledgment.

Something' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

She needed to do something about her insane amatory feeling towards Nicholas, she had been fantasizing about him all day; she hadn't made love or had sex with any other man since Nicholas; everytime Jake tried to as much as to put his hands on her skin; she would jerk because she felt it was not right or she wasn't in the mood and she was having this feeling about Nicholas; someone who just came into her life barely three months ago. She was having the crazy urge to do more than kiss him? Come on, Amber. And she had decided to drink to sleep it off; maybe the hunger to be with him, would go away. Just maybe; the thought of him, touching her everywhere; how it would feel if he kissed her in h

My throat tightens a little, and I take another sip of cocoa before the last of it goes cold. "The people who want to stay will stay. The ones who leave were not supposed to be your forever. Don’t hold the door open for someone who’s already halfway out. Don’t beg for the love that should have been given freely. Don’t spend years shrinking yourself to fit into the spaces they made small on purpose." I rub my wrist absentmindedly, the way I do when I’m nervous. "You are allowed to heal. Slowly. Messily. With steps backward and pauses in the middle. Healing doesn’t look like constant smiles and perfect mornings. Sometimes healing is just… not hurting as much as yesterday. And that’s worth cele

So close I could hear his breath, the subtle hitch in it. “What if you make me feel that it can be different?” I asked in a voice barely above a whisper. His brows furrowed. Still, he didn’t step back. “What do you mean?” I swallowed. “I mean, what if I feel stronger… better about myself because of the effect that I have on you?” My fingers reached out and trailed lightly over the fabric of his shirt. I felt his warm skin beneath. “What if you show me that the path to healing can be different?”

Until my sides hurt. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Belle staring at me, her expression filled with pity and concern. That look snapped something inside me. “What?” I shouted. “Do you think I’m crazy?” My voice trembled with anger. “I’m not crazy,” I hissed. “I’m not insane.” The words spilled from my lips with an intensity that surprised even me — a desperate attempt to assert control over the chaos threatening to consume me. But beneath my anger, I could feel the cracks forming.

He asked, his voice filled with panic. Tears ran down her face but she quickly wiped them away. "I'm alright." She said calmly. Alex got up and tried to walk but she was in agonizing pain. "I'm going to take her inside, she can't play anymore." William informed everyone and carried her inside. Alex spent the evening lying in bed while everyone else sat outside around the fire. She really needed to have a cigarette. Alex got up and stood on her foot. It wasn't as painful as before but she still struggled to walk.

I said to myself and was still bewildered by what just happened. I can still feel the strong energy inside me. My body feels lighter, stronger, and healthier. Like something inside me has awakened. He restores a missing part of me and made me whole again. For the first time, I don't want to think of dying, not anymore. Dylan makes me feel better. He makes me feel ALIVE.