Sakit Hatiku Novels & Stories

“Wala. Ako lang mag-isa nakatira dito.” Ipinikit ko ang mga mata ko habang nakikipag-usap sa kan’ya. “Talaga? Hindi ka naiinip?” “Hmmm. Hindi naman. Sanay akong mag-isa sa bahay.” “Paano kung magkasakit ka?” Tumawa siya. “Kaya ko namang alagaan ang sarili ko.” “Pero hindi lahat, kaya mong gawin kapag may sakit ka.”

It knocks the air out of me and leaves something sour behind my ribs. She sets the tray down. Same as always. Turn to leave, same as always. “Maria, please.” My voice cracks. I hate how it sounds. Small. Broken. She stops. Doesn’t turn. I grab the hem of her skirt before I can think better of it. Her fabric is rough, real, the first thing I’ve touched in days that isn’t stone or myself. “Please. I’m sick.” The words scrape my throat raw. “I’m burning up. I can’t— I think I need help.”

Merrigold smiled caressing his jaw and the little goatee on his chin. "Yes, it's awful." She replied thoughtfully. "I hardly do any physical work but I'm having back pain. I might have a fever or so. I can't keep any food in, I do not have appetite for anything except... watermelons. I hated the smell of cigarettes but now, i hate it even more than I used to. It makes me so sick, I always almost throw up." "I reckon it must be hatred for him." "Very true, plus I always feel so tired and fatigued. I want to get better already. I'm tired of being sick."

And when still Emma didn’t react to her so than she had formed a group of nurses who always badmouthed about her and kept harassing her during her work. Emma was completely exhausted and tired. She had been sick for over a month she knew what this sickness is called but she didn’t have the courage to tell her sickness’s reality to Jacob as she has got pregnant. …

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

Damn! oh no why me always!! "Nora?" "Oh yeah?" I realised I didn't answer me. "So tomorrow?" He asked slowly. I looked at my pimple pouting. I want to go but this stupid pimple is stopping me to go for my happiness. "I...." Oh God why me always?!!! "I will come." I will apply three thick layers of primer and boom the pimple will disappear! Yay! Bye bye bad happiness sucker! Okay I never said I am mature so that should define my stupid talks in my mind to non living things.

Habang tumatakbo ay biglaan na lamang akong natalisod. Di ko na namalayan o nakita man lang ang posibli kong matapakan. Tumayo akong iniinda ang sakit ng aking tuhod dulot ng aking pagkadapa. Nang makatayo ako ay doon ko lamang namalayan na natapon ko pala ang asukal na pinabili sa akin ni nanay. Tiyak kong mapapagalitan na talaga ako dahil dito. "Ano ka ba naman, Rie, talagang magagalit talaga sayo si nanay. Natapon mo ba naman ang asukal." Sita ko sa aking sarili bago tuluyang naglakad pauwi.

She has lost him, and he has lost her forever. ****** Guys be patient, I am highly sick due to cough and cold, and high fever

I slumped on my bed tired from the emotional pain I had been feeling. I felt numb, I felt weak and I couldn’t focus on anything, my thought racing in circles. I felt I was in a fog lost and confused. I knew I needed to get some rest, to clear my head, but sleep felt like a million miles awy. I lay there trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Just then, Amy knocked and entered my room. “Selena, are you alright?” I could hear the concern in her voice, and I could tell that she had been worried about me.

Listening to him I chuckled and said looking towards Aradhiya who is seeing me with boring expression," trust me. Those pain are nothing in front of my hearts pain which I am having every time." Hearing me, Aradhiya left the room without saying anything. I just chuckled at her behaviour. I know she is insulting me intentionally. Well, it's her right to say anything to me. I don't mind. But somewhat I am feeling pain and becoming depressed. I really wanted to feel all those tortures which I had given her. I want to feel her every pain. Call me psycho or mental patient. I will do anything to earn her forgiveness. The doctor asked me surprisingly, " Sir, are you having any heart problem? "