Pain Pain Go Away Novels & Stories

I am enduring the pain as I eat bite by bite. "You really do have a lunchbox. I will go to the second floor and eat quickly." "… Alright." He dashed outside and I was left behind. The instant he ran out of the door, I buried my head on the table as I clutched my chest. It was intolerable. I think drinking pain killers would make the pain go away. Thankfully, there is no one right here. My other hand is holding the edge of my table really tight that my knuckles turned white. Not too long after, the pain subsided once again and I let out a series of deep breath.

I remove my hands covering my mouth. The pain, I cannot hide it. Tonight, I let my tears flood on me and forget about going to work. My body is too weak to do something else but let all this pain out. I wanna let it flood away with my tears. Even though I know it's not that easy to get rid of it, I'm hoping that one day I will wake up not feeling any of this pain again.

I want to hold the back of my head to help subside the pain, but then the realization hits me that I am paralyzed. Another wave of pain hits the back of my head like it got slammed with a baseball bat. And then it worsens when it travels down to my limbs. I shut my eyes close and bite so hard on my bottom lip that I sustained a bruise. I am doing this because I want the pain to go away, but it doesn't. It even stretches to my face and makes my lip feel numb under my upper teeth. "Give me anything. Anything to make this pain go away!" I scream, feeling my eyes water with tears.

How would I sleep when I was in such serious pain? I lay down on my bed with the heat pad, praying for the pain to go away, but it didn’t. The pain hit me like a sledgehammer; my abdomen felt as if someone were cutting through it with a blade. It hurt so much that I could barely breathe, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Period pains had always been a constant each month, and during those times, I typically had everything prepared. I would take my medicine and relax, waiting for the pain to calm down, which usually took an hour or two. By then, I’d often be too weak and tired to even get up from bed.

“Drink. About the pain, I dropped a butt cream in the bathroom. Do well to use it. Reduces the pain. In two to three days, it will clear.” Sadness buckles up inside my chest. I want to rush to the bathroom and get myself prepared for the morning when the sharp pain strikes deep, obstructing my movement. I force a friction despite it, earning more pains but recalling the sweet fantasy, even the little left, it gives a slight lift. Nevertheless I can't walk fast and my steps are distorted. What's supposed to be a ten minute preparation turns into twenty-minutes. I won't bother returning to the pack house, heading to school right away. With my retentive memory and E-notes, I've got nothing to w

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ Pain has a way of clearing your head. Not immediately or in some dramatic, heroic way where everything suddenly makes sense, buy slowly, in pieces, like your body forces you to focus on what matters because it first have the energy for anything else. My ribs ached with every breath, something sharp and deep that made it hard toove without feeling it, and my wrists burned where the restraints dug into my skin, tight enough to remind me exactly where I was every second I tried to forget.

Dave had just entered his penthouse and walked to his room, but suddenly his steps stopped when a sharp pain hit his right side of the stomach. "Oh Shit!" He closed his eyes as hard as he could to endure the pain, holding on to the wall beside him. He walked quickly to his room and took the medicine that was in his drawer. Immediately, he drank it and closed his eyes. Dave slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath. The pain gradually disappeared. ***

A blow was landed on my cheek and it didn’t take longer than a minute for the pain to kick in and my face to start throbbing. I tried to set it aside but apparently the phrase “pain demands to be felt” proved to be true. No matter how hard I tried, the pain was there and it didn’t feel like it was disappearing anytime soon.

Vivian, being human, made the pains less intense as well. It was like really bad heartburn, and I could often write it off as being just that. It didn’t happen often either. There were a few months where it happened about once a week, and then it dwindled into nothing. I haven’t felt any of the pains in over a year. I’ll never feel those pains again.

The sound of her breaths becomes steady, a sign that the pain is subsiding. I continue to channel my healing energy, pouring it into her until every ounce of pain has been expelled from her body. As the last remnants of discomfort leave her, a profound sense of relief washes over me. My purpose fulfilled, I slowly withdraw my hands, leaving her with a renewed sense of well-being.