This Pain Is Just Too Real の小説・ストーリー

“I’m the father. We should share the pain. It’s not like you made the pup alone. Let me help you.” I can't believe she was trying to protect me from feeling her pain but from the day we marked each other, I made a decision to go through everything with her. To live with her and to die with her... She bites her lip and furrows her brows. “If you say so… I need to breathe for a bit.” I don’t know what I was expecting but the moment the excruciating pain hits me, I feel like dying. Damn… is this what women go through? I can’t even explain the kind of pain I’m feeling. It’s like I’m teetering between the threshold of life and death.

fiancé How could this day seem so perfect and end like this? It was too perfect. Too good to be true. HE was too good to be true. One moment, I felt happy like never before in my life. The next moment, my world has been totally destroyed, and I'm drowning in pain. Everything is off axis. Am I being over dramatic? Probably. But right now, I can’t seem to snap out of this gut-wrenching pain. Someone tries to tell me something, and I feel hands on me, but I flinch away from the touch.

"It is unstoppable. You couldn't. I closed my eyes tightly. "This isn't real." My chest erupted with pain. I fell to my knees with a gasp. Grinning, the other me knelt before me. "Then why does it hurt?" The darkness grew. Then everything fell apart. A searing, deep pain shot through my chest, like claws piercing into my ribs. My fingers gripped the empty air as I gasped, but there was nothing to cling to. I shuddered. My vision became hazy. The darkness encircled me, choking me with its pressure.

I cussed out loud as the muscles in my stomach jerked and the pain increased. I felt black spots blur my eyesight as I shouted in pain. I closed my eyes so hard that I could see white spots everywhere. I was panting and I couldn't breathe as the pain closed around my lungs like someone was constricting my windpipes. I couldn't scream anymore because I couldn't breathe and my throat was on fire. I've been screaming so much that my throat was raw. I stopped screaming as I tried to breathe. Inhale, Exhale. I said to myself in my head. I kept repeating that in my head as I tried to do the same but I couldn't do the same so I fainted.

I could imagine it would be like this lying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of mine. There is a stake being hammered into my lower back, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shatters my brain - or at least that's what if feels like. I lie so still, breathing shallow. All anyone sees is my form on the ground, blue jeans and white shirt on the grey carpet. They walk around me, chat and eat - blissfully unaware of the pain I endure. But what else can they do? Even if the hospital was closer we can't afford the care, who can these days?

Against my better judgment, I let myself pretend that the last ten minutes has never happened. I let myself pretend that Damien didn’t say those words to me. That all the pain and suffering I’m feeling at this moment had never been felt. And the bottomless black void that has replaced my heart is filled with light—the brightest light possible. But this isn’t our reality. Reality comes crashing back, like a storm-whipped wave dropping onto a rain-lashed beach. The pain sliced, stabbed, and throbbed away at me until I can’t breathe. The pain has barely just began, moving to rip through my lungs until nothing is left. It travels with lightning speed through my body, taking all, until only pain

This pain. This excruciating pain is just too much for me to bear at this point. It's making me feel like I am dying. “Erin, what are you doing on the floor?”

Richard Pain is the only thing on my mind right now. The only thing that I can feel right now is pain. It consumes my thoughts and engulfs my senses, leaving no room for anything else. Every moment is a reminder of the agony that courses through my body, making it impossible to escape its relentless grip. "How is he still alive?" I heard one of the guards speak in a hushed whisper, as if unable to comprehend the extent of my suffering.

My brothers and Amber sounded confused and uneasy. "The doctor said there's nothing wrong with us," someone said with a frown. "But just now, it felt like I was being tortured to death." "I've never felt pain like that in my life." "Wait," another voice cut in, sharp with panic. "Why does it feel like it's starting again?" The anesthesia was wearing off. Pain bloomed once more. In the hallway, their voices shattered into screams. I lowered my gaze and pressed a fingernail gently into the edge of my bandaged wound. Pain shot through me.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."