Sakit Hatiku Novels & Stories

Sinaksak niya ako sa parte ng aking tagiliran, nais ko mang sumigaw dahil sa sakit ay nagawa ko nalang ay mag ngitngit ng ngipin dahil sa sakit. ""Masarap ba?"" Tumango nalang ako. Tila nag iba ang ekspresyon niya. Dalawang saksak pa ang binigay niya sakin isang himala nalang kung bakit buhay pa 'ko ngayon.

Akmang babangon na sana ako nang bigla akong mapaigik sa sakit sa bandang ulo ko nang napabalik ako sa higa pero hindi ko alam kung anong pwersa ang nangyari nang hilahin ang ulo ko pabalik at imbes na sa malambot na unan tatama ang ulo ko ay sa headboard ng kama tumama ito. "Aray! Gag* ang sakit!" Nasabi ko nalang habang sapo ang ulo. "T*ngina! Kapag minamalas ka nga naman!" nabulalas ko sa sobrang sakit at galit sa tinamaan ng ulo ko.

************** "Why does he blame me? Doesn't he know I'd never harm our child? The memories haunt me... the attack, the pain, the loss. Dominic's words cut deeper than any knife. 'Coward.' 'Careless.' Does he truly believe that? Tears stream down my face. I thought our love was unbreakable. Now, it's shattered. Why can't he see? I'm broken, too. I mourn our child, our future. His anger, his hatred... it suffocates me. Can't he understand? I need comfort, not condemnation. I thought we shared everything. Now, he's distant, cold. Does he still love me? Fear creeps in. What if he leaves me? What if I lose him, too? The nurse's gentle touch brings me back. 'Rest, Valerie.' Easy to say, hard to

My heart was filled with sad and bitterness. I shook my head with a sigh. I returned the sandwich back to the plate. I groaned out, holding my head. I'm really tired and exhausted. Everything doesn't seem good for me. Why is everything against me? Why is nature against me? This isn't supposed to be so. I hate myself and I hate my existence.

he nodded as he left. “There. We can speak freely. Now honestly. How are you feeling?” Tate asked after a few moments. I sighed. “Physically? My head still hurts but nothing worse than a mild headache. My leg itches like crazy. I need to take a real shower cause sponge baths, no. I know I stink, and I just want some level of normal. Mentally? I’m depressed.” I admitted with a heavy sigh.

Heart Attack - Demi Lovato 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I don't know if the date is going to go out of town and stay overnight. Crazy! I like husband and wife. I'm packing my clothes. After a long time, my body runs out because I often eat it. My lower waist hurts, too much shaking makes my waist ache, and mine is blistered. However, I have entered into the devil's trap and have no way of returning.

pagyayabang ko para matakpan ang sakit na kumurot sa puso ko. I chose not to move on. Hindi rin totoo na nakapagmove on na ako. How can I? Kung sa lahat ng ka-date ko siya ang naiisip ko? May isang ka-date ako na pinagmamalaki ang kotse niya habang panay ang overtake ang nangyari tuloy ay nakabangga siya. Nagkaroon pa ako ng maliit na sugat sa noo dahil sa kanya pero pinalampas ko na lang at hindi na muling nakipagkita.

Palaging nakangiti at parang walang problema. "Hi," matamlay kong bati sa kanya. Sumimangot siya habang pinagmamasdan ako. Napaatras pa ako nang bigla niyang kapain ang noo ko. "May sakit ka ba? Ang putla mo kasi. Wala ka na yatang dugo, eh," sabi niya na hindi ko alam kung nagbibiro ba o seryoso. Bahagya ko lang siyang tinawanan bago umiling. Gano'n ba ako kaputla para malaman nilang may sakit ako? Dapat pala naglagay ako ng kaunting liptint para hindi halata.

Mangiyak-ngiyak na sambit nito. "So, kasalanan ko pa pala!" Sinadya kong diinan nag bulak na idinadampi ko sa kanyang sugat, dahilan upang mapadaing na naman ito sa sakit. "Nakakainis ka! Sinasadya mo na eh!" Natatawang ipinagpatuloy ko na lang ang paglalagay ng gamot sa sugat niya. "Paano ba 'yan, hindi ako marunong magluto." Kinamot ko pa ang aking ulo para magmukha akong problemado.

"Not the slightest." "Giving up is not an option." He sipped, watching her over the glass rim. "Honestly, what brought you here?" He shook his head in despair. "It hurts to see just how much you underestimate my love. Fine, maybe you'll swallow the secondary pill instead; as you know, I'm mentally fucked up. I've been prescribed a whole lot of medications I don't have time for. I hate them. They never worked in the first place...the few times I tried. Then I met you; everything has changed ever since. It's like fate prescribed a better treatment...a cure even." His grin added an extra beam of light to the room.