When I Try To Walk Away You Hurt Yourself Novels & Stories

I can't stay here a second longer. I leave the apartment and close the door behind me. I can't stand the pain in my chest. I tell myself that it is something temporary and that it is a simple joke that someone wants to make me, but something yells at me that this is serious. It is real. I walk meaninglessly down the sidewalk. I don't have a specific interest in going somewhere, just getting out of that damaged and violated space is enough for me.

I don't want to be in an empty relationship that I'm just going to lose again. When we closed, I got my bag and walked out like a zombie. Of course, I tried not to let anyone know I'm still thinking of what Cassie said to me. Cassie didn't come to bother me, so did Lucas and I was glad. I bumped into someone when I wasn't looking. "Sorry." I said and walked past the person. "Watch where you're going beautiful." That voice brought me back to my senses. "It's dangerous and you might hurt yourself."

I look away as I try to stand myself. "I do have hands and legs. I don't need your help," I say as I stand up from the ground and walk slowly with my hurt knees which has been hurt before as well. "Don't do that. Just take my hands Zara!" he shouts from behind while I walk with my crippled legs ahead. Whatever happens, I will never take his hands for help. Why should I take it when he is going to hurt me later on? "I just want to walk my own way. I don't need your help. You're right. Loving you is a crime and I should obviously stop doing a crime now," I say as I keep walking.

“Oh please, I’ll get us out of here and then you can go fuck yourself. I shot back at him. Angrily, I walked away but I haven’t gone really far when my leg got stuck beneath a twig, making me fall over. “Oww.”

I had hoped to find more reason to love myself on this journey; instead, I’m hit by the opposite at every turn. My hand traces the empty spot on the bed, wishing I hadn’t kicked Artemis out so harshly, hadn’t requested space on my own, and now the silence I’m engulfed in swallows me whole, eating away at my existence. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, yet I fail to realize the more I push people away in a bid to protect them, the more I wound them. Olivia being the perfect example. The door slamming open startles me, and I roll off it from fright, falling on my butt.

" I told myself before I took a shower and dressed for my walk that if I can't go to work this time, I'll leave for good. "No one knows why you declined his proposal," I said after I got out of the car and my older brother was already sitting on my couch. I have no intention of being a girl. I just find your place relaxing and comforting and super quiet. I smiled and hugged him before I walked out. Well, I just want to say no and no matter what I do, I won't answer. I finally got out of my unit and walked down the building and went straight to the parking lot while the cold air carried every thought I had. I just hurt myself.

Yannie Ace Ruiz I can't understand myself why I'm hurting so much from what I saw earlier. I know I have no right to feel this way, but I can't help but dismiss my own feelings. I continued walking even though I didn't know where my feet were taking me. It's as if they had a mind of their own, just wanting me to get away from there. As if doing so would somehow ease the pain I was feeling.

I wrapped my arms around myself and kept walking, trying not to collapse on the pavement. Trying not to scream. Trying not to cry. But God… everything hurt. Everything.

“Next time it won’t be subtle.” Then she walked away I wiped the blood from my lip and spat the rest onto the white marble floor. Vivian rushed forward, tried to help me up, but I shoved her hand away. I couldn’t take kindness right now. I stood on my own and walked in the opposite direction. Not because I was strong. But because if I stayed one more second, I might not survive the kind of grief that only comes from being hurt by the people who were supposed to love you first.

And I’ll be damned if I stick around where I’m just going to get hurt again. If we’re meant to be, the Universe will throw us back together again. I’m sure of that. I tiptoe down the sidewalk like a college girl doing the walk of shame out of the frat house and climb in Daisy, my VW bus. It starts right up, thanks to Tom. The road blurs as I drive away, but I don’t look back. I can’t. Leaving is the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurts.