Will You End My Pain Novels & Stories

I can’t stop it from playing in my mind, from repeating itself like a song that never ends. The pain is unbearable, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I want is for it to stop. And then, something inside me snaps.

Here I am, loving the pain they're giving me as much as I can so it would finally leave me alone, so that they would stop inflicting pain to me. .

I just want to end my misery. Well, yes, I have promised Zavia that I would find a way to fix everything but I truly don't know what else to do, what else to feel. Is there any other painful feeling that I could feel? I think I have felt it all already. This is just so fucking tormenting.

I can’t stop it from playing in my mind, from repeating itself like a song that never ends. The pain is unbearable, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I want is for it to stop. And then, something inside me snaps.

I prefer dying than swallowing those pills. I collapsed on the ground and closed my eyes. If I slept, the pain would go away. I’ve lived through worse so this should be a piece of cake. But pain was pain. It was unbearable. “No, please… Just endure for a bit more…” My clothes stuck to my skin because of how sweaty I became. A bit more… Everything has an end so the pain will stop. Just a few minutes… “Sweetheart? Are you seducing me now?” I half-opened my eyes. What was he doing here? This bastard. He didn’t have the right to come inside my apartment, even if the building belonged to him.

I don’t want to know anything. The moment she leaves, I feel my strength give out. Will sits beside me instantly, pulling me into his arms. And that’s it. I break. “When will this pain end, Will?” I sob into his chest. “I’m so exhausted. I just want to be normal again.” “I know, baby. I know.” He kissed my forehead. “But you’re a fighter. You’re going to be fine. Trust me.” I wish I could. An hour later, he comes back, and something in his expression makes my heart race.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

"How?" Adrian was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "You have three weeks. Then the disorder will accelerate. The pain will be unbearable. The episodes will come every hour. Every minute. You'll beg for death. And when you do, you'll come to me. Because I'm the only one who can stop it." "I won't." "You will." "I won't." Adrian walked over to him. He stood beside him. He looked out the same window. The same dark city. The same empty streets.

I want to die so I don't have to live through this horrible pain. At some point I must have passed out, because when I open my eyes, it's dark so I can't see anything. The vehicle is still moving. I don't know where they're taking me and I have no curiosity to find out. All I can think about is them. How do people get over such a great loss? There's no end to the pain. It's endless, bottomless.

I moaned in pain. “It’s up to you, having sex will make it end faster and make the pain go away.” I could feel him breathing heavily up against my side. This was taking a ton out of him too. What other options did I have? Before I could think further on the question, another wave of heat hit my body, this time more intense and felt like it was burning me from the inside out. Turning, I muffled my scream into his shoulder. I bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood pool in my mouth. The coppery taste taking over my senses. Breathing deeply when it was over, I tried to think about my options. It appeared the pain was only going to get more intense. And I did say I would try with him. If he c