Will You End My Pain Novels & Stories

This pain was too much. “If you end your life, there would be no more pain, Jamin. You’d feel nothing. The loan sharks won’t be able to hurt you. No one would be able to hurt you. You wouldn’t have to always be homeless and helpless. You’d become nothing.” A voice reverberated in my head. Wiping my cheeks, I set my phone aside and struggled to stand up. “No more pain…no more pain…no more pain.” The voice chanted in my head.

It was my fate that I have to accept, but I can’t go on like this, not anymore. Not with the amount of suffering I've gone through, it’s better to end it all at once than to cling onto those never-ending pain daily. This wound would never recover and I won’t be finding peace. I'm no good to anybody, and I can’t take over the mansion and all I can think of is ending my pain instantly.

Thinking is impossible, the pain being the only emotion that eats away at my mind. My tears are like little ice pellets, running down my cheeks as I writhe. Once again, an all-too-familiar sense of doom washes over me, penetrating through the fire and ice. I am a lost cause. Death waits once again. Why does it seem to want me so badly? Then a splash of a soothing substance hits my tongue, sliding down my throat like melted chocolate. Any tranquility it brings defeats, exploding in my belly like fireworks, only making my pain worse. What kind of medicine is this? It only makes things worse.

] A few seconds felt like forever before her phone vibrated with a reply. Gian: [Be patient.] Kirana drew in a deep breath, but the burning sensation did not fade. Instead, the discomfort spreading through her body intensified, creeping from her chest to every limb. Her hands clutched the pillow tightly as she tried to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor. Moments later, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gian's confused voice. "Kirana! What's wrong with you?" Kirana turned her head slightly, panic blazing in her eyes. She could barely stand steadily. Her body felt weak, trembling violently, and the waves of heat seemed to overwhelm every bit of her self control. She reached t

As the bolt reached my bolt, a pain sheet through me with a terrible intensity, as if a sharp-toothed creature ate me from the inside. “Ahhh!” It sent ripples of pain through my shoulder, back and neck. Ten seconds passed, then twenty and thirty, and finally the pain started to pull back like the tide going out. It left my fingers first, then slowly worked its way up to my arms. ‘This is the end. I will die.’ At my last breath, a smile creep out of my lips along with tears flowing down from my closed eyes. My heart stopped. ‘Things should end right now.’ So why?

And Casey basically lived there, and he really hates it when I spend the night. My life has never really been easy. And everyday, I simply ask myself if it's all worth it... If all this pain and suffering is worth it. Will the pain ever end? Or should I take it upon my hands to end it myself. Cause everyone has a breaking point... And I think I've extended mine for way too long!

“My mum was so disappointed and angry that she asked my dad to tear the thing down and like the man that he is, he obeyed. But what I'm saying is, the pain only lasts for a while, it won't stay forever.” “Why the fuck are you telling me this?” “To tell you that this pain you're feeling right now won't last forever, it fades away eventually.” I grunt internally. While she was falling from tree houses I was being taught how to kill people. Pain doesn't go away for people like me. “Shut up and fix my eyesight.” “Okay.” Her slippers flop against the floor as she walks, the sound jarring. “Open your mouth.” She places a pill on my tongue, following it with a bottle of water. I swallow the bitter

"All suffering has an end. Just don't stick to one thing. Just do the right thing. Everything will end at the right time! Just believe!" Ann smiled sadly at me. He hugged me gently. I just felt her hand caressing my back. Will everything be alright in time? When will the suffering of my heart end?

“Please make it stop.” She’s not even looking at me now, just clutching at her chest like the pain might rip her open from the inside. I want to fix it. I want to pull the hurt out of her and take it into myself, but I can’t. I’ve never felt so useless. “This pain… this ache… make it stop. I can’t take this anymore,” she sobs, and each word feels like a knife to the chest. Then her voice drops, barely a whisper, but it’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard. “End my suffering, Jake. Please put me out of my misery.”

he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. It dawned on me then that if I wanted the pain to stop, if I wanted relief, he had to mate with me. My mind was clouded with the unbearable sensation, and I knew I couldn't bear it any longer. "Please, just do it. The pain is too much. I can't bear it. Please," I begged him, my voice trembling. I reached out to him, touching him, shocking myself with the boldness of my actions. He looked hesitant, conflicted, but at this point, I was desperate for relief, and I was willing to do whatever it took.