It Hurts Me Too Novels & Stories

“ I am definitely useless and powerless I have hurt the most two important people in my life and never again am I going to allow that. ” My mother barged into my room again and asked with googling eyes, “Who else did you hurt Aaron?” Me.....

I told him, yet I indulged him. "Mira," he called suddenly, pausing mid-lunch at a nearby café. His eyes reflected inner turmoil. My stomach tightened. "Dad doesn’t approve of my painting. He hates it. Lizzy and Mom don’t care. I love it, Mira. Why doesn’t he see that? It’s exhausting. This is what I find joy in, and they neglect it." He groaned, holding his head. His voice shook. It was the first time I had ever heard him confess pain. I felt his pain. It reminded me of myself.

I added. She looked at me in disbelief as she quietly picked up her shirt and walked out of the room without further protest. Like she needed me to push her away and I finally did. I heard the front door click as I fell to my knees, not to cry but to grovel in pain and hatred. ‘You…’ “I can’t do this anymore, Vey. It hurts,” I said as my voice broke. “I hate seeing her hurt and I hate myself for hurting her.” ‘You have no idea if it would hurt her,’ Veythar assured.

She walks out of the room with her head bowed and stuck to her Phone. “Fuck!!!” I chew under my breath after she leaves. Why does it have to hurt is much tonight!? The pain is too much for me as though I am the one on the wrong. As though I am the one who took someone else’s mate. This is not suppose to be my pain but there’s because they are the ones who hurt me.

Everyone carrying damage they didn't know how to heal. Everyone doing their best and failing anyway. Everyone hurting each other even when they didn't mean to. The thought made me sad in a way I couldn't quite explain.

, I advise and arch his eyebrow confused as to how everyone is standing and doing nothing. "Don't worry about them. They answer to me", I assure him and his gaze is fixated on me. "I know one or two about hate, pain and guilt. I have hated things too. It hurt when you could protect those you loved even though no one sees the efforts made. It hurts when the efforts are overlooked but the end product is always thrown at you. I have felt it all. Mine might be a little stronger and sting more but pain is pain", I voice out my deepest words.

I responded having a little prayer in my heart to protect my mother, I know we have our differences which we are working through but I would never want her to get hurt because I couldn't decide properly. We sat in silence waiting for Bellamy to arrive, I mean I have to have some sort of meaning to him but if he doesn't come at all, God help him because if I come out alive, he won't. The throbbing pain under my boob wouldn't stop and I tried to conceal my pain not wanting them to notice how much it hurts. Slumping lower into the couch, a violent cough took over my body and my hand immediately covered my mouth as I coughed into it, but with every breath I took, the more I felt pain and it felt

I go farther into the Tempest pack forests because I won't cry anywhere they can see me. I feel so silly that tears are even dropping from my eyes but I don't understand what’s going on in my heart right now. And maybe it was the mean words about me being the reason someone killed themselves, or the meanness itself, but it’s hurt me. It hurts me with the kind of pain that makes swallowing hard and blurs my vision with tears. Wh…. What have I done to be hated like this?

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.

To look pathetic isn't on my list of things. To be honest l dont know whether these tears are for the slap my mum gave me and her words or it's for my ex boyfriend's insults. Or the slap my beastie gave me! All l know is that am hurt for now. Don't even know whether it's me who hurt myself or the people close to me.