It Hurt Itself In Confusion Novels & Stories

I rumbled around the room lost and confused, I wanted to open the door but he hurt and now he is apologizing. I made up my mind and opened the door, I saw him lying on the floor next to the door. I hurried toward him and lifted him off the floor. “I'm sorry I didn't open the door on time” I said as I wiped the tears off his face and lifted him off the ground. He hugged me as we got up and warmly rubbed the face he hurt me as he saw the bruise and he began hitting himself. “Stupid me!, Stupid me!!” he yelled at himself as he keot hitting himself over and over.

But comfort was far from my reach. As I walked towards my room, my thoughts refused to settle. The events of a moment ago replayed in my mind on an endless loop. Each step I took felt like trudging through thick mud, and the corridor seemed to stretch on forever. My emotions were a tangled mess, a storm of confusion and self-loathing. I couldn't think about anything but what had happened, the scene burning itself into my memory with painful clarity.

This hurt so badly that it felt like I was in physical pain. I am all alone and the worst part is that I did this to myself.

For once, he didn’t look furious, he looked genuinely confused. “My fault?” he repeated slowly, “How?” I winced, realizing what I had just said, but it was too late to take it back. I tried to rub my hands together, but winced as pain shot through with my injured one.

~~~~~~~~~~~ For the first time in ages , I walked into the same place that I had vowed that I wasn’t going to step my foot on . I knew that I shouldn’t be here and my presence here might be misunderstood but I knew that this was the least that I could do about it . Seeing her hurt herself , blame herself and call herself names that I don’t think were soothing to her was the last thing that I ever wanted in my entire life. I could never have thought that this was going to change anything .

I soliloquized in pain. Furthermore, I was distressed and lost. I couldn't pinpoint how I felt. My whole being is lost. I'm burning with pain within. I wish someone will bring me out of this dilemma and pain. Why is it so hard to make a decision?. Is it always this hard to make a decision about one's mate? . I'm really confused and done for. I know that I was to hurt her but no one told me that it hurts this much. It hurts more than I imagined.

They weren't even things that I could have done because they weren't my values. Those moments were fleeting, going as fast as they came and left me more confused and convinced me that I was the one and becoming a little crazy. I had never heard of a bipolar vampire and didn't think that I was going to be the first. I hoped that wasn't the case. I didn't want to go down in history as a crazy king though I was afraid I was already making history as a bad king with the number of people that I had thrown into the dungeon. It was the fall. I convinced myself. I wasn't crazy. It was the injury that my brain had sustained because of the fall. I would be fine once my brain healed. I hoped that was a

I was trapped in my own mind, a place that had become my enemy. I told Conri I was done with Brum. Told him I couldn’t let him break me because he would damage me for good. I had not known that Brum would still hurt me even when he was not in my life. I hadn’t known he could still tear me apart even when he wasn’t there with me. He did it while miles away, just nailing me to my coffin. I felt as if there was a large open wound in my chest, I was convinced it was there. Even breathing became deadly, I wanted to lay there and painfully drift away but I couldn’t.

I muttered to myself as I sat on the edge of the bed. I was so confused. I had no idea what to do. The only thing I wanted at the moment was for the dull ache in my chest to disappear. “So this is what you do?” I asked the empty room. “You lie. You manipulate. You gaslight. And you hurt people.” Was I going crazy because of him? Why was I talking to myself? My phone buzzed. I froze. Then it buzzed again. Who could be calling me? Was it Zane?

Sensing my distress, they retreated, scooting back with an air of confusion and concern, leaving me adrift in a sea of tumultuous emotions. The dam broke then, tears cascading in a torrent of sorrow and confusion. "Look, I'm sorry, okay. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I don't know why I did... Why did I do that? Why did I kill him?" The words tumbled out, a chaotic blend of regret, confusion, and a desperate search for understanding.