Traumatized Quotes Novels & Stories

"Wag please, I-I'm p-pregnant. Please, d-don't h-hurt me." Paulit-ulit siyang nagmamakaawa habang umiiling at umiiyak. Patuloy na rin sa pagtulo ang mga luha ko sa nakikita ko. I hate to see her like this, ganito ba siya naapektohan? Natrauma siya? Ilang beses kong minura ang sarili ko sa aking isipan. She's traumatized by me! "No, I-I won't hurt you, w-wife." My voice almost broke.

Hindi niya maunawaan kung bakit mas masasaktan ang tao kapag sinabihan ito ng ‘sorry’. “Stefan heard the word “sorry” a lot after the accident. “We’re sorry, but they died on the spot,” “We’ve already done our best, but he didn’t make it.” “I’m sorry,” “I’m sorry, Stefan,” “I’m sorry for your loss,” and so on. The more he hears those words, he feels as if he’s going insane if he keeps hearing those words over and over. Stefan is traumatized as a result of it,” pagsisiwalat ni Doña Divina. “That is why he stated that Salvatore never apologizes. That word hurts him far too much.”

“Natutuwa ako na safe ka.” “Natutuwa ako na buhay ka.” “Natutuwa ako na nagmamahal ka.” Biglang naging seryoso ang tono. “Matagal na kitang hindi nakikitang ganito.” Natahimik ako. “Alam mo,” dugtong niya, “kapag ang anak mo dumaan sa trauma, hindi mo na tinitingnan kung tama o mali ang oras—” Huminga siya.

Sa tagal niyang nawala sa mundo nila at hindi nakikibalita ay wala na siyang ideya kung ano na ang nangyayari sa buhay-buhay ng mga ito. Samantala, hindi pa rin maampat ni Zarayah ang pag-iyak. Pinagsamang takot, trauma, galit at pangungulila ang nararamdaman niya ng mga sandaling iyon. Kung narito lang ang ina ay hindi siya sisigawan bagkus ay yayakapin lang at pakakalmahin. Masyadong matigas ang puso ni Carcel. Hindi man lang nito naisip kung gaanong trauma ang inabot niya lalo na ang makita ang kaibigan nitong pumatay na parang mabangis na hayop.

Marahas siyang lumayo, tila ba ang hawak na iyon ay nakakapaso. "Anong klaseng hustisya ang hustisyang huli na?" Hisis niya, ang boses ay puno ng poot at desperasyon. "Tell me! Kapag ba napanagot ang masamang tao, mabubura na ang lahat ng pinagdaanan ko noon? Will it make the trauma go away as if it never happened?"

He was traumatized. “Kaya hangga’t maaari, tell me everything you feel. Tell me kung may nararamdaman kang kakaiba sa katawan mo. Dahil hindi ko na kakayanin pa kapag ikaw ang nawala sa akin, Mhia. Hindi na. . .” His eyes became cloudy. Agad naman niya itong niyakap.

He doesn't deserve you. That's it. I've enough. How dare he talk to me about trust? Hindi niya ba alam na siya ang dahilan kung bakit ako nahirapan na magtiwala ulit? Little did he know that I was being traumatized because of what happened? 'Yong tipong napa-paranoid ako sa bawat taong nakakausap ko at iisiping baka may masama lang silang balak sa 'kin.

Napahagulhol ako sa takot, nanginginig ako sa kaba at parang nagtri-trigger na naman ang trauma ko. "Hu-huwag Gio, parang awa mo na. Huwag namang gan'to please. Huwag ngayon dahil pagod ako at masakit pa ang katawan ko,” nagmamakaawang sabi ko. Ngunit tumawa lang ito.

Humarap ako sa kanya, wearing my unbothered face, I confidently answered her question. We are all living between the lines of life, between pain and joy. We are all just moving with darkness and light, but don't let anyone destroy you like they planted a lot of bullets inside you. "I don't think so. I suffered too much because of him. WE suffered too much. And I realized that..." I cut my sentence as I shifted my gaze to him, watching him aim. He already pulled the trigger. Bullseye. I turned my gaze back to Gianna, I smiled before I finish what I am saying. "Nothing can fix bullet holes."

At tama nga ako. Nice move, Ash. Pinunasan ko ang mga luha sa mukha ko at saka tumayo. I need to move forward. Hindi humihinto ang mundo sa akin kaya hindi rin ako hihinto. I will keep moving forward because that's living. To live isn't just about being alive. To live is about moving forward. The world doesn't stop from revolving just because I'm hurt. I'm not the only person living in this world. So I need to continue, even if it means hurting myself. Even if it means depriving myself the right to be open... even to myself.