It Hurt Itself In Confusion Novels & Stories

I touched my hеаd, wincing ѕlіghtlу with the раіn. Hе frоwnеd аt mу words. “Thаt is my оnlу regret that I hurt you . . .” Thе раіn was back in his еуеѕ, оnсе аgаіn іnwаrdlу blаmіng hіmѕеlf.

It was as if all the lights inside of him were switched off. “I really can’t answer that. It isn’t that I don’t care about others, but I would rather hurt them before they can hurt me. I don’t know why I am acting differently, but I do think it has something to do with you. Ever since meeting you nothing makes sense to me.” It was like he was expressing my thoughts out loud. Not long ago I had just thought about how things didn’t make sense. Hearing him say it though, made me think that he was just as confused as I was, except his seemed like more of a self-awareness type of thing.

Cafelle on 360 degrees of change after the nightmare, making it hard for him to live, and he's afraid in due time he will go nuts, literally insane. Everytime he keeps falling on his knees regrets eating him alive, pulling his hair as hard as he could, slapping his face, everything he can do to hurt himself, to punish his grave mistake. "I'm sorry" He whispered, covering his face with his palms. "I'm sorry!" His body trembled slowly and shaking from pain, he didn't even know why suddenly, he wanted HiVi back so desperately, killing him alive. "HiVi, please come back, I need you, please end this suffering"

Didn’t tell me. And now this. Another fucking secret. How many more are there? Anger surges — hot, violent, sharp enough to blister. Fury follows — the cold kind that bites instead of burns. Sadness pools underneath, heavy as wet stones. And hurt … God, the hurt is the worst. The kind that bruises everything it touches. I inhale. The breath snags like it hits broken glass. Something cold settles in my stomach. Not fear. Something worse. Something that feels like self-condemnation, stabbing me in the back.

Gary's heart felt as if it had been ripped apart, the agony twisting through him until he couldn't make a sound. He cut himself with the knife like a madman, as if it didn't hurt, mumbling to himself.

The possessive side of me, accustomed to defiance and resilience, wrestled with the discomfort of being the source of her pain. As she repeated, "I'm not pathetic," a sense of unease crept over me. The repetition seemed more like a mantra, an attempt to convince herself that my words held no truth. The vulnerability in her eyes clashed with the bravado in her voice, leaving me grappling with the impact of my own words. "I didn't think it would affect you like this." I finally admitted, my voice carrying a hint of regret. Her hurt had become an unwelcome weight on my conscience, a burden I hadn't anticipated.

What could be the cause of this bizarre occurrence? I stumbled over a stone and fell to the ground, my forehead absorbing the force as I was lost in thought. Thankfully, there was no blood, but the pain was palpable. As I grabbed my brow, I noticed another stone close. A thought formed a desperate attempt to avoid the looming ceremony. I gathered my confidence and grabbed up the stone, determined to injure myself with it. "Three, two, one," I counted methodically but stopped an inch from my brow. My heart was racing, and my tongue was parched. The deed appeared straightforward in theory, yet it became quite difficult to purposely damage myself.

GUNNAR POV Vanessa keeps going in and out. She wakes up and screams or groans before fainting again. The runt is in worse shape. She is sweating, screaming, and her body is actually convulsing. Hilda is sitting on my bed like this is her favorite damn TV show, and I want to rip her head off. I am a mess, with a capital M. In the past, I have rarely shown compassion to people in physical or emotional pain. I haven't felt a connection to their experiences. But seeing my mate........a mate I had convinced myself was a curse, hurting.......My insides are tearing with need.

The confusion was clear on their faces. Uggh. It happens again. My insides were burning like fire. It's even more excruciating than before. It's like something in me wanted to come out. But this time I fought it. My three spirits also scream inside my head and help me control the burning pain. They were also affected. Oh, silly me, of course, they can because they were inside me.

I asked him with a disappointed tone, " What's all this? Did you burn yourself willingly? He smiled and said, " Didn't I tell you that I want to feel your every pain? Maybe what you have faced is horrible. I may not completely feel your every pain. But, I am really sorry for everything". This man has become insane. He is self-harming him. I am feeling disturbed by seeing all this. I said, " Please, stop all this. You don't have to do all this. I can't see all this. I don't want anyone to be physically harmed because of me".