This Pain Is Just Too Real の小説・ストーリー

CAST - The pain hit me like a freight train, tearing through my stomach with relentless force. It was sharp, searing, and so consuming that the world around me often blurred. My only thought was how anyone could endure this without breaking. It was easy to miss how damn strong she really was.

My cries filled the room. I didn’t understand what was happening. This was not a dream anymore. It was too real. Too sharp. Too painful. Someone was doing this to me. Someone was behind it. And I had no escape.

Lillian Pov Pain. Everyone has their own definition of pain. Your small toe hitting a wood you didn’t see, your elbow hitting the floor or an iron. Downloading a movie and when there’s just 3 percent remaining to be downloaded, your internet connection disconnected or the pain when your family goes on a trip without you because you committed an offense. Those are all types of pain, but have you felt the type of pain when you are so hopeless and you feel the world has turned against you? The one when you're loved one’s turn their back against you and ignore you? The one when you are drowning in continuous pain and your heart beating loudly against your chest and you can’t do anything to stop

I can feel the pain invade my soul and my body, but I cannot react. "This is not real," I tell myself. "This isn't happening, this is a fucking nightmare that I must wake up from."

I knew no one would hear me, not out here. The pain spread through from my stomach to my whole body. It felt like every bone and every joint within me was being snapped at the same time. I don’t know how long I laid like that. It could have been minutes or hours. I just prayed it would be over soon. I knew my first shift would be painful, but never realized it would be this intense. Suddenly, it stopped. I lay there, scarred to move, in case it started again. It was an experience I never want to have again.

Not now. A sharp pain strikes into my chest, slashing through my skin, reverting to my bones. My feet step back, away from her. The pain is unbearable. My body keeps the posture straight, not letting the pain take over my face. I would rather die than let anyone see the cruel misery surrounding me. The pain grows impulsively stronger, my heart shrinks deeper, evoking a stinging sensation through my skin, screeching into my ears. As I am about to crumble down, she touches my wrist, making her grip stronger.

Marcus POV I do not know how long this pain will continue to occur, no one else but me knows how much I feel. I made an attempt to get back on my feet but I fell back to the ground. Pain! My head, banging profusely and my body convulses with searing pain as I lie crumpled on the unforgiving ground. Groaning and whimpering escape my lips, involuntary sounds wrenched from the depths of my tortured soul. Each groan is a testament to the immense agony that courses through every fiber of my being.

“But the urge is still there, isn’t it? Especially now. When the pain on the inside feels too big to handle.” I flinched, her words a direct, unflinching hit to the core of my truth. I looked down at my hands, at the bracelet that was both a shield and a reminder. “It’s… harder now,” I admitted, my voice a raw, broken sound. “The pain is… bigger.”

They are empty. I use my phone to capture the raw and painful truth, the unbearable and painful truth, the unbearable and painful evidence, the unbearable and painful lies, the unbearable and unbearable and unbearable and unbearable and unbearable. It is overwhelming, it is overwhelming, it is overwhelming, overwhelming. It is too much. Too much. Too much. It is too much.

I closed my eyes, letting out a low, involuntary moan as another wave of pain crashed over me. This is real. This pain is honest. It's the cost of life, not the cost of a contract or a lie. It's nothing like the sharp, icy pain Alessandro inflicted. That pain was sterile and endless. This is temporary, purposeful. Every second brings me closer to the one true, pure thing I have left in this world. I am doing this alone. I am strong enough. I have to be strong enough. “One more push, Elara. You can feel him now, can’t you?” Mrs. Olsen encouraged.