This Pain Is Just Too Real Novels & Stories

Just an adventure, as he couldn't control me the way he does others? My body starts shaking just by the thought of it, while the pain deep inside is coming out in even heavier sobs. It's not just emotional pain. My heart literally hurts. He could have dug a dagger in my heart and twisted it. I doubt that could have hurt any more to what I'm feeling right now. Why does it have to fucking hurt so bad? Why does living always have to hurt so fucking bad?

Where I could pretend that I am okay, that I am hopeful and happy, that I am not wasting my life away. But now, the actual truth was staring me right in the face, the fact that I am still not okay, that everything still feels beyond repair. That the pain is still ripping at my inside and every second my brain begs me to just take the drug and let this all go. A waste. All of this is just a fucking waste. I realized that as my eyes stared at his, mine challenging and daring, while his, looked tired and just as hopeless as I am.

"You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain." ~Jim Morrison

I know where they were going though. Cause I felt that pain when I experienced it when they slept around. But a little difference is this time it came so intensely. I know why, Neer and Kath tried to help me but I blocked them. I promised that I won't let them take over me for these five months so I gonna keep it up. Last Friday after Bubba and Bae left I can't control the pain so I fell into a cold water-filled bathtub till it go away. I didn't tell my friend about this if I then they will get worried. Saturday night I didn't get any pain until I finish my performance after that I get the same pain, at that time I thought I would die. This pain is not new for me but it's getting more irresi

The pain is like nothing I’ve ever felt—like someone’s trying to carve out my still-beating heart with serrated spoons while laying me on burning coals. It’s sharp. It’s constant. It’s everywhere. I can’t breathe, let alone speak. The pain only intensifies when Tomas and Jai touch me to lift me off the ground. I don’t even register why they’re carrying me until the sunlight hits my skin—and that is a whole new kind of agony. Like being flayed alive under a magnifying glass.

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Trinity's Pov Pain. Excruciating pain. Horrible, horrible pain was all I was feeling as I turned from one end of the bed to the other. I could feel my insides ripping apart and with each movement came pain like I had never experienced before. As badly as I wanted it to end, it just kept going octaves higher.

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.

It couldn’t be normal to feel like this. My mates, my wonderful men were stood there talking… FUCKING TALKING while I’m suffering. “Just- just,” I pant heavily, wearily, “put. The. Fire. Out. Now.” I felt alive but weak, a live wire but suffering all at once. It was a heady yet tormenting mix and I couldn’t control my body nor my mouth. “Just fucking do it already! SHUT UP AND DO SOMETHING!” I was becoming impatient. I couldn’t concentrate on what Derrick or Douglas were saying. All I could think of, feel, see was the excruciating pain seeping through my veins.

Another wave of pain hit my stomach suddenly, sharper than before. I gasped softly, my hand moving quickly to hold it. “Please…” I whispered. “Just… hold on…” I didn’t even know if I was speaking to myself… Or to the life inside me. Tears blurred my vision again as I leaned my head back against the door. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this…” I murmured. The truth felt heavier now. More real. Because this wasn’t just emotional anymore. My body was failing me too.