It Hurt Itself In Confusion Novels & Stories

And I hate myself the most. So here I am, trying to look presentable for a party I'm sure is going to suck. People will be mean to me, they'll probably hit me again. Or drug my drink so I can die from poisoning, or worse. I just, wish I knew what exactly I did wrong. They won't tell me, but they're comfortable hurting me. Ugh. I tied the lace to the converse and tried to think of something else. My mind drifted towards Griffin and Dell.

I banged my head against the wall in frustration, aware of the follies of my own actions. In my solitude, tears welled up in my eyes, a reflection of the overwhelming mixture of emotions coursing through me. The embarrassment, the regret, the longing to disappear from the world, all intertwined in an intricately woven tapestry of self-doubt. It felt as though the universe was conspiring against me, validating all of Willow's hurtful words. Lost in my overwhelming thoughts, I vaguely heard James, calling my name from a distance. Startled, I snapped back to reality, a pang of guilt shooting through me as I remembered leaving the floor dirty. I rushed back, finding James wearing an exasperated

But the more I tried to understand Ramon, the more confused and hurt I became. And now, I wasn’t even sure who I was anymore.

Althea Was it normal to feel like you were hurt by something, but also felt guilty because you feel hurt? I didn’t know what kind of paradox this was called, or if it was only something that I made up to feel less insane–and failed anyway. I went back to the office, eating nothing, drinking nothing, speaking nothing.

"It used to hurt." "What?" Confused, he sat and pushed his hair back with his fingers. "What used to hurt?" "Everything. It's not hurting. I remember clearly it used to pain in my neck too much, and there used to be nail marks." I pulled my shirt up to find only accident marks which were faded to non-existent. "What's happening? I'm confused."

Then both of them looked at me. Waiting. I laughed weakly. "This feels like an interrogation." "It is," Zoey replied. "We're concerned." Sarah nodded. "You haven't been yourself since the hospital." The word alone made my chest tighten. Hospital. Zephyr. Abe. Everything felt tangled together. "I just..." I looked down at my untouched coffee. "I don't know what the right thing is anymore." Neither of them interrupted. So I continued. "I hurt someone who never deserved to be hurt." A lump formed in my throat.

Even though it's the kind of love that ruins. I inhale a shuddering breath, my eyes raking the scene. The shattered coffee table still lies in pieces across the floor. My head throbs from the bruise when I was knocked to the wall earlier, during the Nytherin spirit… What do I call it again? Possession? Illusion? God. I don't even know. But it isn't the wreckage of my new home, or the bruise at the back of my head, that hurts the most.

The sound of exchange gunshots, the clattering of the pieces of broken glasses, they are still echoing in my ears. I shut my eyes close and breath calmly. I remember the worried face of my husband when he saw me which I don't think I deserve. I hurt myself. Basically, it was not Toshiro who wounded me. I hurt myself. I cut my own skin. Sain concern was genuine and it feels like I am taking advantage with that. But on the second thought, I was really taking advantage of him since the beginning.

My voice broke. "You'll realize they're right. That I don't belong here." Something flickered across his face. Pain, maybe. Or anger. "Is that what you think? That I won't believe you?" "I don't know what to think!" Tears burned my eyes. "I don't know how any of this works. The bond, you, this place. I'm just – I'm so tired of people getting hurt because of me." "People getting hurt because of you?" He sounded genuinely confused. "Vera, you're not the one hurting people. You're the one being hurt."

"It hurts. It hurts me a lot to see you in such trouble. I don't know why I couldn't see you earlier. why don't understand what is truth and what lies? I'm such an idiot." He started to hit his head with his fist while crying. "Kunwar Sa. Kunwar Sa, don't hurt yourself." I tried to hold his hand to stop him from hitting himself. "I know, you'll never forgive me. You are treating me just like before. Like nothing happened. But I know that inside you are choking in pain. It is very difficult to bear the pain inside and look normal outside. And seeing you as normal makes me angrier at myself."