It Hurts Me Too Novels & Stories

“Because what you’re doing right now? It’s not just hurting her. It’s hurting you too.” And for once, I had no fight left.

I HATE when others hurt my children! My child…..my child is hurt. My child has been hurting for a while, and I’ve felt that pain. I’ve felt the piercing in her heart and the confusion in her mind. I’ve curled up in bed and sobbed with her. I’ve tried to take my heart out like she did, hoping the pain would stop. My child is hurt, and she’s……. she’s dying.

She smirks while nodding her head, not believing that I'm capable of undignified deeds. “Don’t be a brat. I’m over Kayleigh. I just want to get back at her for making me look like a fool.” Just the mention of what the video made me feel is twisting my insides, especially my heart. My nerves beging to tighten and I feel my blood rush over my head. Fuck. It still fucking hurts. When is it going to stop? Will it ever, though?

Shameless. I don't want to meet toxic people that want to rule my life and judge my beliefs. People hurt. I felt a tear rolling down burning my cheek with less intensity than the pain I feel inside. This is a lot to forget. Enough of this overthinking. Tomorrow I'll give my answer…

And I know I can’t take this away. Even if it hurts. Even if it breaks something in me. They’re falling for him. And I can’t stop it.

66.5 M I R A N D A I run to the nearest bathroom and burst into tears as they were falling over my cheeks which were seemingly unstoppable. It hurts so much that I cannot even describe how painful it is. It hurts. It hurts. I really fucking fucking hurts and honestly, I hate this. I really freaking hate this. I hate this so much that I do not even know how to describe it.

I don't know why but I can't seem to fight back. I should have but I just can't. I am feeling so bad right now. Thinking about Alicia and Cyrus is killing me. I am hurt.

The greatest pain comes from my soul, which dissolves in tears. I feel like shit about everything that's been going on and everything I've heard. So does that mean I'm easily replaceable? There are so many girls that look like me out there… this is hurting me so much. I hate loving them so much. Shit, I hate myself for loving them all. I don't feel the strength to get up from the floor and as soon as I lay my body on the cold floor, I'm exhausted from crying so much.

The truth slipped out before I could swallow it back. “No matter how hard I try,” I whispered, “people still find something to pick apart. I’m not Barbie thin, and everyone makes sure I don’t forget it. I try to have a thicker skin, but it’s like every time I start to feel good about myself, someone decides I shouldn’t.” My throat burned. “It still hurts,” I said softly. “Even when I want it not to.” The muscle in Noah’s jaw flexed. His eyes darkened — not with pity, but with anger on my behalf.

No wonder my throat hurts so much. "Mom. Dad. It hurts. It hurts so much. It hurts. Stop this. Or, better yet, let me come along with you. Everything is so cruel to me. Hurts." I bemoaned in a whisper, but somehow, even though I thought I was whispering, I could hear myself, and my voice sounded loud. The door was suddenly kicked ajar, but since I had no strength to look, I didn't know who it was. "It hurts. It…"