This Pain Is Just Too Real Novels & Stories

But the pain is too sharp, too real, it claws up my throat until it breaks out into a sob. I clamp my hand over my lips to cover it, sinking down behind the counter as tears slip from my eyes. I try to muffle the sounds, but each sob spills over, raw and unfiltered. The truth hurts so bad, like a thousand needles prickling the skin, a dagger to the heart, and a hard slap across the face.

Jerry asked him peeking from the rearview mirror. "You guys probably think I'm mad and I'm making things up, but the thing that I feel here," He tapped his finger against the left side of his chest, "It's real, the pain that I feel here is real, it's not just a manifestation of my imagination, but no one can understand that," "That's fine, boss, no matter who says anything, I'll believe you, you can share it with me I won't judge you for it," Jerry pacified him.

People have no clue what real pain is. Some say pain is heartbreak, and I think that’s stupid; some say it’s letting go of someone you love, and as much as I believe it hurts and mentally drains a person, I don’t think it’s the real definition of pain.

Ava's POV Pain. That’s the only word that even comes close to describing what I feel right now. Not just any pain—this is the kind that burns deep into your bones, the kind that makes your soul want to give up before your body does. My skin sizzles where the metal kissed it, leaving behind a trail of agony that threatens to drown me. I clamp my palm over my mouth, my body trembling as I force down the sob that claws its way up my throat.

She is jumping up and down clapping her hands like I'm about to perform some magic trick for her. "You are such a child." I say with a genuine laugh this time. She really has a way to make bad situations not seem so terrible. Right after i finish laughing, I feel a sharp pain shoot through my spine that immediately drops me to the forest floor. Only a second passes before more pain shoots through the rest of my body. Holy shit this is the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. When you're told that your first shift is the most painful, you think you can prepare better for it. Using painful as a way to describe it is so misleading. I would describe this as excrutiating pain making you feel lik

*Thorn* The pain is a dull throb now, a background noise that blends with the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’m slumped in the chair, my body a marionette with severed strings, barely hanging on to consciousness. I can feel the bruises blooming across my skin, each one a testament to their cruelty. I know they’ll keep coming, keep pushing, until I’m nothing but a broken shell. But I will keep fighting, and keep my mouth shut. I can handle pain, I am used to pain… probably more than anyone else realises.

James Pain. Tearing, torturous, stabbing waves of pain. I couldn’t breathe. A black, heavy darkness settled in my chest. Wave after wave, pain consumed me—not shattering me all at once, which might have been merciful, but torturing me slowly. It was like a shard of glass had pierced my heart and lodged there. With every beat, every breath, it scraped and tore, and I could do nothing to ease it. The pain wasn’t just physical—it was draining my energy, my joy, my hope. My very life force leaked out with it. I was going numb, empty, hour by hour. Sleep and food became meaningless. Even training and work couldn’t distract me. Nothing did.

“Then why does it feel like I am? Why do I feel like everything is my fault?” He rubbed my arm slowly. “Because pain lies to us. It tells us we are guilty when we are not. It tells us we are weak when we are strong. I know you cannot see it right now, but I see it for you. You are not guilty of anything. You are not weak. You are still here, even with all this pain, and that means you are stronger than anyone I know.” I shook my head as fresh tears came. “I just want to go home. I do not want to be here anymore. I do not want to fight anymore. I want it all to stop.”

Have you ever felt a pain that consumed your entire being? A pain that latched onto your heart and felt as if it shattered it into a million pieces? A pain that you try to shove down deep, but in the end, you weep until your eyes run dry and there should be nothing left inside of you? And yet, you somehow come out unscathed. You’re still alive to see another day, to sleep, to eat and to live. The pain I am referring to is a pain like no other.

Love is poison. You know pain... pain that wouldn't just arrive at any moment and leave later on. I'm talking about pain that lingers within you, that makes you feel like your whole body is foreign even to you. I was feeling that shit deep in me and it felt like it was draining the living out of me. My Friday felt like shit, it was full of pain... I woke up to a wet pillow in the middle of the night. Her in my mind and us agreeing that was the end of things.