It Hurt Itself In Confusion Novels & Stories

I tried to call or cry, but I could barely make out my voice, surely no one would hear me outside. "It hurts." I moaned. Was this karma? Was this my punishment? I woke up in pain for no reason, was this the end of me? These questions and much more ran through me as I tossed and turned in pain, clutching to my tummy. My pillow didn't help the heavy weight of my head, at least that's how I felt like. I wanted to hold it, but my tummy would hurt even more. Suffice to say, my body confused me.

Only one option left now. This is going to hurt. With my dark fur, she sees me too late, and I ram into her with a whimper, sending both of us barreling into a tree. I was right. This hurts like hell. She forces herself up, clearly dazed and confused, and she throws her head from side to side, trying to gather herself. Corrin catches up At that moment, nearly slipping as he comes to stop. “Are you okay?” He asks—through the link.

It was at that point that I felt a rumble in my abdomen which caused me to wrap my arms around me. I then stood up to my feet as I felt a pain in between my legs where I had scratched myself earlier. I had to walk carefully as to the pain that I caused myself. If I had to say, this was the first time I have ever caused this kind of scratch. I have scratched myself before with limbs when I carried them back to the hut I used to call home but this was a first for me actually causing myself harm. It was not intended and I had no idea how I managed to do it in the first place.

Sensing the lingering pain, Nancy softly implored, "If you won't say, how would I know what's hurting you, my dear? Please... say." With a steadying breath, Emma turned to face Nancy, her tear-streaked eyes conveying a tale of anguish. Through renewed tears, she confessed, "I am so terrible. The worst. I hurt him a lot, Nancy. A lot. I ruined my most precious relationship for that man... I hate him. I hate myself." Her words hung heavy in the air, accompanied by the weight of regret.

Regret gnawed at my heart, questioning my decision to rush out and save her without considering the potential consequences. Frustration mingled with self-doubt as I entered my room, the weight of my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. In a moment of anguish, I let out a groan, a physical release of the turmoil that churned within me. The room bore witness to my inner storm as I tore through it, turning everything upside down in a desperate search for solace. Without thinking, I struck out at the mirror, my fist colliding with it in a destructive act. Shattered fragments scattered across the floor, mirroring the brokenness I felt inside. In the shards of the broken mirror, I caught a glimps

I didn’t have an answer. Because there wasn’t one. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said again. “You won’t.” “I already did.” “That wasn’t you.” “That doesn’t make it better!” My voice cracked. Because it didn’t. It made it worse. Because if it wasn’t me… Then what was it? And how long before it completely takes over? “I need to understand what’s happening,” I said more quietly. “And I need you to stay alive while you figure it out,” he replied.

Stressed “What is wrong with you? All we do is argue, you hurt me, disappear and stroll in like it’s nothing just to talk about sex?” Her voice was growing bitter and I hated it. It drives a sharp knife into my chest, every damn time. I hated myself for hurting her I hated myself for causing her pain I hated myself for upsetting her I hated myself for doing anything near what my brother did and it killed me. I had no clue how to stop it, or how the hell I even hurt her. I never meant to.

"How bizarre can one person get?" I felt a pang of confusion and hurt. Did my offer seem absurd to him? Was he mocking me? I couldn't decipher his true intentions, but it was clear that my words had struck a nerve.

I just keep going even though my body is slowly giving up. I was so stupid – I was blinded by desperately needing to get past this object that I hurt myself while trying to do so. Now when I look at myself in that mirror , when I see that poor bruised creature crawling - my heart saddens. I sacrificed so much , I went through so much only to stay in the exact same spot that I was in , in the beginning – the only difference is that I’m more damaged and more tired.

My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside. Tears blurred my vision as they spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t—” My voice trembled. “I didn’t mean—” But the words fell apart before I could finish them. My teeth sank into the edge of my fingernail. Hard. The sharp sting exploded across my tongue as metal and blood filled my mouth. I barely noticed. My body was screaming. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. Hurt yourself. The thought whispered through my mind. Hurt yourself.