It Hurts Me Too Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred as her lips wobbled up and down. "What's my problem?, what's my problem?", She mumbled the latter. "Are you really asking me this?", she yelled in addition. "You are my problem", Lylah cried, pointing her index finger at Raj. "I hate that I have to see you every single day. And I also hate the fact that I'm stuck with you for this whole week in some stupid suite", She threw her hands up. Raj's face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to Lylah. "So that's how you feel, huh?" he spat, his voice low and venomous.

What have I become? I’ve been selfish, cruel without meaning to be, and blind to the pain I’ve caused. And now, I might have destroyed the one connection that mattered most. I press my palms into my eyes, trying to block out the thoughts, the images, the memories that won’t stop flooding in. But no matter how hard I try, one truth remains, ringing loud and clear in my mind. I’ve hurt her in ways I can never take back. “Hey.”

“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.

I hate myself for this, I hate myself for this so much, I just can't forgive myself at all. I'm hurting him,I know I am. It's sad I can't be with who I want to be with.

Blake is right. Thіѕ lаughіng іn thе face оf dаngеr іѕ ѕеlf-dеѕtruсtіvе. Sоmеthіng hарреnеd аnd it’s mаdе me numb, but I саn feel раіn. I do fееl раіn. I’m hurtіng nоw; іt’ѕ really bаd.

Brittany It hurt me to know that I'm involved in something like this. I'm not happy about all this but I know rhat I will have to survive not matter what. I knew that the only person that can be of help is my brother and that made me sad. I knew that my brother won't be happy that I had gotten mysel involved in something like this. I knew that he will scold me about getting involved in something like this but I can't help myself. I felt bad about it all but there is barely anything I can do about it all and that only make me sad. I felt my eyes glistened with tears as it rolled down my eyes.

I shouted. "You think I'm not hurt? Do you think I'm okay with everything I did to you during those times? Ki, every time I see you cry because of me, for all the hurtful things I said to you brings me double pain. I haven't been in your situation but my life has also been miserable. We've been through different things these past years but we've both struggled, suffered, and been hurt,"

“Every time people touch me, all I can see is me in my room,” I said as my voice grew louder and I moved a bit away from him. “I can’t breathe. I can't move. I don’t want to feel anything because when I do I always get hurt in the end. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of this pain. Why won't it just stop?”

I pointed out. “If you don’t care about him, then why can I still hear the sound of pain in your voice while you talk about him—” “Because he hurt me!” I snapped. “He hurt me right here!” I pointed to my heart. “And those kinds of wounds, they don’t ever heal.” I spat.

The hurt is immeasurable as if a part of me has been forcefully ripped away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision, as I find myself at the intersection of hurt and anger. It's a tumultuous place, where every emotion battles for dominance. The pain in my hand from striking the center table is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. It's a pain that cuts to the core of my being, threatening to swallow me whole.