It Hurts Me Too Novels & Stories

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.

“Sweetie tell me what’s wrong…are you hurt? You don’t like it there?” The worry in her voice makes me cry more, badly in need of her right here with me. “Mom…I hurt…” My voice breaks at the memory but I push on, “…I hurt my friend…it wasn’t intentional- b-but… he’s not letting me apologize…. I think he hates me now”. The sobs explode from my lips and I find myself allowing it to control me as I cry freely, forcing the hurt out of my heaving chest.

What did I do wrong to make me hurt so good like this? I wonder why did I begged him in the first place, if I knew in the beginning that he couldn't handle to be with me. He really good at hurting me, emotionally. And I didn't know why I stayed from the beginning when I know it's not going to work, I'm so disappointed to myself. Days passed and for now, I need to focused on my studies because finals is really approaching like shit. Everyday I spent in my life was hell, My tears are like anchors that sink into my heart to the depths of the deepest ocean.

He looked at me with his eyes full of sorrow. "I know..." It already hurts so much for me. I can imagine how painful it would be for her.a God, this is a lot in just a day. It's too hard.

Judith's POV, Days had turned into weeks, and still, I couldn't shake the pain. It was like an open wound, festering and refusing to heal. I had been through breakups before, but never had I felt such agony. It was as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest, leaving a gaping hole in its place. I tried to distract myself, to move on, but nothing seemed to help. The hurt was too deep, the ache too raw. I felt like I was drowning in my misery, with no way out.

It usually didn't bother me when I got comments like that, but for some reason, hearing it from her… it hurt. T. B. C!

"Do you understand what I have been going through? My mother was so angry with me. It was like I was talking to someone else. Someone who wasn't my mother." He nods. "I understand, Marla. I know this is hard for you. It has been hard for me, too. Do you know how it feels to be the other man?" I bite my lip. "You're right. I am sorry. It's been hard for us both." I fall silent. I think of those I have hurt. Dean. Mother. My pack. "Is something wrong?" he asks. I stare off into the trees. "Why does it have to be this hard?" I ask.

I immediately ran to the room and wailed very loudly. “Oh God! My heart hurts so much, it feels like it's about to burst because of the pain. I don't know what I'm going to do. Is it right for me to stay at his place? I can't take it anymore, it's so painful," I promised and hit my chest to at least relieve the pain.

It's hard to explain what I'm feeling, especially when I look like the victim but I’m not one. Laura reaches out, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Richie, please, talk to us. We want to help you through this." A mix of frustration and sadness washes over me as I respond, "I appreciate that, but I don't think anyone can truly understand." Without saying another word, I swiftly make my way to my room. It's difficult to put into words the extent of the damage in my heart, but what's even harder is explaining why it hurts so much.