Novel & Cerita Pain In My Soul

no one to talk or share my pain A bee sting me as pain glides through my soul as my body burns like coal I have to cry, to leave all the pain out as I scream through my jaws asking for help with nobody around to look far out if I go out I won't be able to find my way in as they covered the exit , full of sadness with no way in with no place full of happiness I will stay locked out with my soul covered in coal I don't want someone to pity me I want someone to heal me heal my hidden pain is it possible why God why what I did why you are punishing me if you hate me kill me please I don't want to live this life in this way I can't live anymore with this pain the pain of loosing someone the pain

********************************** ELLE POV Pain. Agonizing, mind-splitting, soul-crushing pain radiates over every inch of my flesh, each cell ripping itself to shreds and reforming. I can hear another crucifying scream in the background, I can't pinpoint who it belongs to, but it calls to me.

A brutal, decisive force tore through my very soul without warning. It felt like someone had reached into my spirit and ripped out the Soul-Brand I had seared into Larissa’s spirit a century ago. Flesh, blood, and all. The backlash was agonizing. A strangled grunt escaped me as I slammed onto one knee. The pain was a thousand times worse than silver poisoning. It felt like a piece of my very soul had been flayed away. Cold sweat soaked my back. The agony turned my vision red. “How is this possible…” I clutched my chest, gasping for air, my pupils shrinking.

I screamed in pain. It hurts! I felt like I was tearing apart. All I can feel is pain, suffering, fear, loneliness, and most of all, I feel like I am dead and my soul is burning. "Aahhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop, please! Ahhhh! " I shouted again.

The pain wasn't just physical; it was a violation of something sacred within her. As the pain persisted, Myla's body quivered, her fingers clenching into fists as she fought to endure the unrelenting torment. The burn felt as if it was etching itself into her very soul, branding her with an agony that defied description. Each moment stretched into an eternity as her vision blurred and her breathing turned ragged, the pain consuming her thoughts, her sense of self, and her ability to find solace.

I never thought that I had a soul. I never gave any thought to the notion. But now I know I have a soul because I can feel it being ripped apart. I never knew there was pain like this in the world. I’ve suffered all manner of injuries in my life, but nothing will ever compare to this. It feels like someone has taken my soul, tied it to a tree and is whipping it with razor blades. Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be.

I could lay here and just forget the world. My fight was over too. I knew that I had to allow my soul to free itself, for the pain it was in was to much. I could be free like my love. No more pain. No more emptyness. The stabbing in my chest subdued telling me it was okay. It would be better like this. "You can't do this." Someone screamed but why couldn't I? I felt my soul release itself from the agony it was in. "Mazaya fight it." Someone screamed before my eyes drifted closed.

He just couldn't know the reason why I was in pain. It was not physical, nor emotional. It was the pain that I felt in my soul. The pain of betrayal. “Thank you, Alpha. I shall get back to work now.” I spoke in a low tone. It was all I could master since the pain in my chest was unbearable. Alpha Cougar stepped aside and gave me space to pass.

The wound in my side pulsed with every heartbeat. “No,” I whispered, the word barely leaving my lips. Morgan’s hands clamped down on either side of my head like a vice, and in that instant, everything inside me started to tear apart. I couldn’t even scream at first. It was like my lungs had forgotten how to work. Then it hit—raw, searing pain—ripping through my body as if I was being peeled open from the inside. “AHHHHH!” The scream tore out of me, jagged and helpless, as my soul…my actual soul…began to unravel.

She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain. Groaning softly, Katie tried to focus on anything but the agony that consumed her. The weight of the past few hours—the fight with Garrett, the cruel words, the tension, and now this overwhelming pain—felt like too much. It was as if her body had betrayed her, holding onto the anguish that she couldn’t escape from. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, faint but unmistakable. The heavy door to her cell creaked open, and a young girl appeared, her face pale with worry as she saw Katie's condition.