Unbearable Headache Novels & Stories

Conrad “What the fuck is happening on earth?” I mutter. When I woke up the next morning, I immediately feel the overwhelming headache, I felt as if my head was about to burst from so much pain. This is the sole reason why I hate drinking, I'm not used to drinking any alcoholic beverages and I tend to always get a hangover every time I wake up in the morning. I’m just glad that the headache I’m feeling this morning doesn’t last for long, so I slowly got up and out of bed but then I was surprised when I felt something heavy run over my legs stopping me from getting out of bed.

I could feel the few students left watching me, but I couldn't slow down. My legs kept moving, burning with the need to put distance between us, to find a place where I couldn't smell him or feel his confusing presence. My head was pounding like someone was using my skull as a punching bag. The physical pain was always there, a throbbing reminder of the mess my life had become. But on a more serious note, though. These headaches had been getting so much worse lately. It was a non-stop pressure right behind my eyes that wouldn't quit, making it impossible to think straight, let alone think about fully settling down, especially with the recent, insane events.

She didn't even care about missing a shoe. She finally wanted to act, but it was already too late. But the time we got there, Tess had already lost consciousness as she lay there in her pool of blood. Countless people surrounded her, wanting to see how things would develop after this. When Tess jumped, her head was downward. Now her face was completely crushed and her hair was all over her face. Lena mumbled to herself, as if she had completely gone mad. "You're not my Tess. No… You're wearing dark green pants today, not black…"

03:00 pm 18-07-2021 Tourris, Yin outskirts “Oh, shut up.” Someone said angrily in irritation. But Racheal could not stop, she rolled on the dirty floor groaning in pain, her head in her hands. Her headache had worsened to an unbearable point. If she had the courage, she would have jumped already, not because she necessarily preferred jumping to being here, but because she could not stand this headache. It blinded her, and made her nauseous.

Fuck, everything hurts so damn bad. I prop myself up on my elbows which was the wrong choice. I really should know better than to do this by now. I stay like that for a few minutes because my head is threatening to explode. I slowly sit up leaning against the headboard. I closed my eyes trying calm this damn headache down. I heard the door to the room open, which sounded like the damn thing was falling off its hinges. I let out a hiss making someone chuckle. I wonder if I would get in trouble for killing someone for entering my room when my head is on the verge of exploding.

My mind is heavily preoccupied with the conversation I had with Amanda. I can't shake it off, can't tune it out, believe me , I've tried. The drive home with Zac, I had my headphones on , blasting some hard rock music and when I got home I had this splitting head ache from the prolonged exposure to the deafening music. Maybe that's why doctors don't recommend excessive usage of earphones and headphones. Who am I to listen , anyway? Even after chugging down a cocktail of painkillers , the headache persistently clung by , rattling my brain around my head and still the conversation lingered.

Why did this feel so familiar? His head suddenly throbbed, feeling like countless needles were stabbing at his brain. He grunted and held his head in pain, trying to endure the intense headache. He drove the car off the overpass, but a greater pain hit him suddenly, and he slammed on the brakes. "Ouch..." he groaned, clutching his head, violently pounding his mind. Fragmented images flashed in his mind, causing the intense pain to worsen. Veins bulged on Mr. Marcus's forehead as if he was enduring excruciating pain. He continued to pound his head and occasionally the steering wheel, seemingly going mad as if trying to break open his head to relieve the agony.

Karen As I opened my eyes and faced the sunlight streaming into the room, I blinked several times as I struggled against the relentless headache tormenting me. The memories of the previous day quickly flooded back, bringing with them a mix of emotions. I remembered every detail, from the tense encounter with Othon to the confrontation with Max. But despite the throbbing pain in my head, I couldn't regret it. The truth was that I hadn't drunk enough to justify this overwhelming hangover. I concluded that the cause of this pain was the poorly slept night.

I shouldn't… I sighed, peeling open my eyes. But suddenly I forced to shut them again. I haven't had any pills my mum usually give but my headache could have equally as painfu as the pills aftereffects. The world spinning as if I just crawling upside down and everything moving so fast, but I know it's not earthquake. I pushed myself up, as my head throbbing like hell. Like someone hitting my head with the biggest and heaviest hammer on every corner of my skull, and trying to shredded my brain into pieces. Every limbs were hurting as if someone draining my energy and pulling my every reachable part as much as I think everything will getting rip. The urge to throw up was very tempting, like so

"I was eight years young when the headaches started. They would also be the most painful when around children my age. Honestly, I hated kids. I never understood their naivety, the fact that they would always blindly believe in what they saw around them. But that hatred was childish in itself and well... I knew that, and I hated that." Seth paused to think again. "The headaches lasted for two more years until I collapsed from the pain. My parents thought it was an aneurism, the doctors didn't know what it was. I knew... it was because I didn't need something in my head to be there anymore," He leaned back further, using his foot to keep him balanced against the table in front of him.