This Pain Is Just Too Real Novels & Stories

********************************** ELLE POV Pain. Agonizing, mind-splitting, soul-crushing pain radiates over every inch of my flesh, each cell ripping itself to shreds and reforming. I can hear another crucifying scream in the background, I can't pinpoint who it belongs to, but it calls to me.

My phone rang for a long time and my head got used to the tone as my heart ached, I carried my guitar and opened my songbook, and I sang my dad's hit song to ease my pain. We are just trying to get through the day Without falling apart Even though I'm starving I'm freezing I'm bleeding to death Everything is fine The sky isn't always blue Sun doesn't shine always I'm gonna get through the day And I'll be on top of the world. My heart pleaded for me to sing the song I wrote for Ethan, I fought the urge to overlook it and I stopped singing, I opened to the next page and I saw the song I wrote out of love for him. I played the intro and I sang

It's the reality. And I must face it. Because nothing will happen if I will going to sit her and stares at the endless view. This is just a glimpse of my problem. I may bot used to this problem but I'm used to the painful feeling. //WyByCa

Kleanor" Misery, anguish, and pain all in one that was all I feel right now I keep on shouting in pain. I couldn't even see the surroundings. I know that there are a lot of people and they will say something yet, all I could hear was a buzzing sound. I was rolling on the ground because of the pain that I feel right now. The fire inside of me was melting inside me. I want to give up, However, every time that I've been thinking about my family and the near future, it gives me energy.

Pain means it’s real, and that my parents being found is real. I can’t help feeling weird. I can’t help feeling the urge to weep, to vomit, or to roll on the floor.

killing the every nerve in my system. Sobbing filled my room. There was no one to console me. No one witnessed my tears but the darkness. There was no one there to hug me but the cold. And I could do nothing but sleep the pain. They say, pain is what makes people live. But with the pain I’m feeling right now, I feel like it’s slowly killing me. And I thought nothing was more painful on what happened that night. But I was wrong. Because right when I saw the pain on his face, his eyes pleading and heard his voice pleading, I no longer knew where to cling. My heart is crushed. Looking at his pained face, my chest hurts like fucking hell.

where is the dignity in that! Sweat runs down my face, I can barely get to the shore to drink some water. Today my stomach hurts a lot. Yesterday I thought it hurt, but I really didn't know how bad it would get. I have difficulty focusing on anything, I can only think about the pain, feel the pain, live the pain, just when I think I get used to it, it comes back stronger than before. Just staying conscious drains my energy and I have a feeling that if I don't find a solution soon, today will be my last day.

The pain, the anguish, they were all still there, lingering beneath the surface. "Just asking because yesterday you were severely injured while fighting," he continued, his voice laced with a hint of unease, trying to find a foothold in the vast emptiness that consumed my being. "Yeah! These wounds are nothing in front of the pain I'm going through..." I responded, my words carrying the weight of experiences too profound to articulate. Pain had become a constant companion, etched deep within my soul, surpassing the superficiality of physical injuries.

They'd force the steam to keep burning you, staining you. Tough times do last. Tough people don't last, always. Well, some might have a dramatic life, but not all. Some really face pain- unspoken, and terrible. One sending disgusting shivers down your spine. Some pain, which makes you want to shatter everything in vision, because you can't stand something perfect near your broken soul. They are the ones who really don't come out of dramas, novellas and films. The pain is real, and so is the agony.

GIOVANNI'S POV I know what I am doing is not considered good from other's perspectives but I can't forgive the person who is the reason behind my pain. The pain comes from losing the most important part of your life and I will not stop before I take my revenge from Everly Clark. I am not someone who hurt innocent people but she is not innocent. Yes, by looking at her face anyone can think of her as a very sweet and caring person. However, I know the reality behind those innocent eyes. She can make others fool but not me.