Smiling Through The Pain Novels & Stories

Day after day, week after week, wondering what I did to deserve such a harsh punishment. I’ve learned that showing how much pain I’m in is useless. Everyone else moves on, leaving me behind in the darkness. No one wants to hang out with the “sad” girl who lost her parents. So, I do what I do best. I hide that pain, deep inside the cavern of my heart. I plaster a smile on my face, showing everyone that I’m still the happy girl who has all the love in the world in her heart. Even if I don’t believe it if others do that’s all that matters, right?

Her pain had turned her soulless that the girl whom Mirana had seen smiling in front of her even in that situation when her aunt used to starve her for days, beat her to the extent that her body got swelled up and turned reddened , burnt her skin . Inessa had endured every possible cruel thing a human was capable of enduring without letting her smile to get dropped from her face. She had even smiled in that situation when her eyes had turned red holding back her tears but Inessa had not stopped smiling because her mother had told her that her smile was the cure of her every pain, that her smile was her mother's only reason to be happy in that painful world so Inessa wanted her mother to be h

He took out his phone, tapped a few times on the screen, then set it down. Raina shook the ointment bottle in her hand and explained, “Of course, look, the burn isn’t even very red anymore, and it doesn’t hurt.” Leif asked, “It doesn’t hurt?” Of course it hurt. She was just a normal person—who wouldn’t be afraid of pain? But maybe because she’d once experienced the most intense, excruciating pain in the world, she’d become numb to it. That’s why she always smiled so easily, acting like it didn’t matter.

I want to make him smile again. There’s pain in my stomach. The pain is fire. More blood spurts from my lips. “Jesse… I can’t… I don’t…”’

She said groaning as she pulled my hair and the loom on her face showed she was starting to get frustrated seeing how I'm not giving in and I smiled at the look of that "You're enjoying the pain" She said and pulled my head to the back "Arrggghh" I cried out in pain but she didn't let go still "Just sign the goddamn papers already" She said pushing my head to the front leaving me to catch my breath and she paced up and down giving me disgusting looks while I smiled at her A confused look appeared on her face when she saw me smiling. She was expecting me to beg and yearn for mercy as she tortured me but I denied her that joy the moment I wore the smile on my face and I see it's giving her the

Your own mother tried to kill you. I blinked back sudden tears and pasted a smile on my face. The smiles had gotten me through tough times. I’d read online that the physical act of smiling—even if you were unhappy—could improve your mood by tricking your brain into releasing happiness-inducing hormones. So I’d smiled all the time as a teenager, and people probably thought I was crazy, but it was better than sinking into a darkness so deep I might’ve never clawed my way out.

He hit me all the time, his name was Antonio; he always had a smirk on his face when he thought that he would get all he hated, he would always smile and all his thoughts would go into making me suffer. Each pain, each wound made me stronger, I knew there was no joy without pain, and pain going to be always going to be a part of my life; that was when I embraced it, I didn’t shed a single tear because I knew I was done, I knew that there was nothing I could do.

-=Ang's Point of View=- I'm experiencing an excruciating pain that feels like my head might shatter. I tried to recollect the events that led to this agony, but the more I forced myself to remember, the more intense the pain became. In a desperate attempt for relief, I shut my eyes momentarily, longing for the pain to dissipate. However, I soon realized that it wouldn't be that simple. After taking a few calming breaths, the throbbing in my head slightly subsided. As I opened my eyes, my gaze fell upon a pitcher of water within reach, accompanied by a comforting pain reliever.

The familiar sparkle in my eyes, and the warmth in my cheeks whenever I smiled, was gone. But now, I have my smile back, though the trauma still lingers. Because it doesn’t heal like a simple wound. I pushed that memory aside in my mind, slowly turning my gaze to the rippling liquid in my wine glass. I spread a smile for the first time in a while before exhaling a positive breath. Right. It doesn’t heal that easily. But it doesn’t mean I will let the pain hold me back. I need to keep moving forward. I need to walk and continue rising.

She staggered backward, her mind swirling, her breaths shallow until she fell in a heap to the floor. I can survive anything if I feel loved, even these pains that come to explode within, these silent hand grenades. With kindness I can make it, with compassion there is grace. And when you smile at me you are my heroine, my morphine, finer than any doctor can prescribe. Though these pains come and go, I give to you only smiles because I want you to live. Thank me by having fun, remember me by laughing often, because that is what brings me comfort in these trials of age. When you remember me, send me your love, and I will return to you mine, though in truth it is always yours, always there for