It Hurt Itself In Confusion Novels & Stories

I replied. "Sophia, I get it, you are grieving and you are hurt, you are frustrated but this is not how things are done. You don't self harm yourself in the name of grieving," he said "Roman, I know you are worried, but believe me, I'm fine, this injury wasn't on purpose but by mistake," "You know it's my first time handling myself and one thing led to another and I got this injury," I lied to get him off my back.

Aurora. Arguing with Brian I felt uneasy. In as mush as I was trying to push him, I had pushed him too hard and I saw him switch, he misinterpreted what I said but I had no time to explain myself to him at all. My head suddenly felt light, my mind was occupied with images I couldn't interpret, I had reached for the nearest support but only ended up tumbling the vase nearby causing a loud thid and hurting myself. I heard my name before I gave into the darkness but nothing was physical.

Life's hectic. Believe me. Some days it brought smiles, other days, it pulled confusion, Frustration, utter dejection. I wasn't the weakest, nor was I the strongest, but surely could feel. I could feel weak, hurt, and even now I still was hurt. Now, the reason for that being, I don't know, but I knew how much I hurt—I was hurt that there was nothing more that could happen in what I had found myself crossed in. More hurt that there was nothing I could do about it.

His eyebrows raised as an almost unimpressed look crossed his face. "You keep making my job harder," he uttered through clenched teeth. My frustration dissolved into slight embarrassment. "I'm sorry," was all I said before he looked at me with surprise. And honestly, I really was. I mean, it's not like I meant to hurt myself. It's not like I wanted to. It just tends to happen.

It was a lot to think about, let alone accept that it was reality. “He married Scarlet? Then why the love? Why the mate bond? Why? Why?” I bellowed as I angrily flipped the table in the room, sending it crashing to the ground and raising questions in Bryce. “Elora? Please don't hurt yourself. Come on out, let's talk this out. Please!” he begged, banging on the door, but I didn't open it. I was too sad and scared to speak to anyone at that moment. “After all, hurting myself wouldn't mean a single thing, right? No one would care about me, right?” I laughed like a maniac as my hands raked through my hair. My fingers ran through each strand as I paced around the room in both confusion and regret

I hit him again and again. And when I couldn’t see the same damage that I felt inside me, I grabbed the tray with shaking hands, fury rising like bile in my throat, and I threw it across the room. The plate crashed against the wall, toast scattering like debris. The coffee spilled across the floor, a bitter, brown stain spreading fast and ugly. Just like I felt on the inside. Both of them had turned me into this person I didn’t recognise anymore. I was losing my own self between them while they….

Looking at the mirrors, I had the same feeling I had back in the mansion. I know she was falling for me but why was I not able to control myself in front of her. So many questions were raised to me in front of my eyes. The face I was looking at in the mirror was someone I hate the most right now. I punched my right hand in the mirror, making the breaking sounds and hurting my hands again. It was like a disorder to me. whenever I was disappointed with myself, I hurt myself for the sole reason, hatred for myself. “What’s that sound, who’s there?” One of the staff shouted out from the bathroom and entered panicking.

I thought if I cared for someone and somekone cared for me. I felt like I could drive them to something I'll regret again. "I don't want to attach myself thinking I'll make something I'll regret again."...I said and wiped my tears again. I just....I don't want cause harm or hurt someone...even myself. I want to stay away. So I don't want to be certain of this confusing feeling. Because if I do.. I don't know what will I do.... WAYNE'S POV

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she sprinted to the door, grabbing her bag and laptop. The gold earrings on the glass table flickered before her eyes. She rolled her eyes, then quickly grabbed the earrings and walked out of her suite. Lylah darted through the hallway, weaving past people without slowing down. Her heels clicked rapidly against the floor as she rushed along the corridor. A big frown embraced Lylah's delicate features. Her day seemed determined to worsen as the day dragged on. As if on cue for yet another misfortune, she twisted her foot and collided with what felt like a hard, chiseled wall.