Novel & Cerita It Hurt Itself In Confusion

I knew, that I’d crossed a line. My hands tremble as I lift them, tangling my fingers in my hair, I pull at it hard, trying to inflict some kind of physical pain to match the agony in my heart. I let out a yell, to scream out my frustration and self loathing. My fist connects with my own forehead, a loud thud echoing as I kept hitting myself. I grunt, as I began to feel the pain. I grab the empty whiskey bottle and fling it against the far wall of the balcony. The glass scattering to pieces.

I'm already hurting and I'm going to hurt him, maybe I'm becoming selfish so this is what's happening to us. Apart from not being able to tell who I really am, I also don't have the courage. "Sy," Zyrous called. I still ignored him, I just kept staring inside the refrigerator. I took the water, I squeezed it into the gulp. "You can leave, sorry for all the pain I gave you, I became selfish just so you wouldn't leave me,

I thought so hard about the time this happened,the cloths I was wearing is nothing like something I had in my wardrobe in the past or even presently "I swear that isn't me,I........... "That's you Beauty!!,it was you...,can't you tell me the truth, why did you have to do this,tell me your reason let me know how to heal,am completely losing myself ,Beauty am so so confused and so... f**k!!". He puts his hand over his mouth looking the other way. I hated to see him this sad and helpless. I had to remember but my brain was blank,I have no single memory of this,I was so torn apart,I lost my breathe.

, I said to myself as I looked into the mirror. “You can do it, you have to do something, Hayley you are more than this, hurt them where they would have never expected, I hit my fist in the wall because no idea was coming to me and there was blood in my hands, it really hurts to harm myself but I had fucked up, Diago has messed things up for me, I went into the bathroom got a clean towel and placed it around my injured arm, I could feel the goddamn pains in my spine.

I've woken up so many times with my body scratched, bruised, with no explanation. They said it was all in my head. They said I was doing it myself. But there was a moment when even I doubted my own sanity. And that's how I spent years in and out of hospitals, trying to suffocate my mind with medication. I swallow, my voice coming out in a fragile whisper: - She hurt me. The man stares at me with deep regret. - Because you allowed it. My heart almost stops. - It was never our intention to hurt, but... When we're hurt, we tend to hurt others.

I mumbled as I looked down at my hands that were trembling from the memories of that night. “I think I am immune to what they used on us but I don’t know, it doenst feel right. How can I be human to things that caused so much pain and distress to almost everyone in the pack? Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if I really know who I am cause I’m confused, something just feel really really wrong.” I mumbled.

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.

without his messages Fuck!, I was so confused, and I hated it, I hated it so much that it made me cry again, but I cried harder, cause deep down I knew what the truth was, I knew there was no truly any confusion in this tale, cause I knew what was wrong with me, but I didn't wanted to be involve in anymore sick drama, cause loving Lucas hurt me so much, cause it was one sided, and I was sure that anymore heartbreak would surely kill me, and I...I really didn't wanted to hurt myself anymore

I managed to croak, my voice breaking. Paul let out a deep sigh, his hand running through his hair. "Sarah is hurt, deeply hurt, you know." The words "She's hurt" echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain, reverberating through my chest and setting off a chain reaction of self-loathing. It felt like a dark tide was welling up inside me, threatening to drown me in guilt and regret. Memories of my past mistakes, selfish actions, and the times I had hurt Sarah came flooding back with relentless force. Each memory was a painful blow, a stark reminder of the person I had been.

I felt betrayed, hurt, and confused all at once. I stopped pacing and stood in front of a mirror inside my room. It was a habit I had developed over the years, whenever I needed to gather my thoughts or make sense of my emotions. My reflection stared back at me, and for a moment, I almost didn't recognize myself. The dark circles under my eyes and the scowl on my face made me look older than my years – I looked like a piece of trash.