Novel & Cerita Will You End My Pain

He laughed shortly and took out the syringe, and just like that I felt my bones breaking bit by bit, pieces by pieces, I was in pain, I shit my mouth and tried to fight the pain but it was so heart wrenching that a loud wailing your from my lips “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..please stop, make the pain go away, I can't take this anymore!” I cried, I begged, I wailed for mercy but nothing happened, he stood there and watched me till I couldn't take it anymore, I passed out.

So, I had rather stay silent. I nodded at him, slowly and an expression of sympathy dawned at his face. When would it stop hurting? The pain seems like never ending.

My body contorted and shifted in ways I couldn't comprehend, each movement accompanied by a fresh wave of agony. Even with the overwhelming pain, I heard a small, caring voice. Somehow, it was able to make me smile through the tears. I recognized it as it whispered to me, the words a gentle reassurance, "You're not alone. It's okay." Bit by bit, I began to focus on the trail of that voice, clinging to it as if it were a lifeline. The pain, as intense as it was, started to lessen, gradually releasing its grip on my body. It was as though the voice had the power to quell the torment, to ease the transition.

If I ended it… Would everything finally stop hurting? Would I finally get to breathe? My fingers trembled on the cold floor. My thoughts raced and blurred all at once. And for a moment…..just a moment…..I wanted the pain to stop more than I wanted to keep living.

Giovanni challenges. "And I will love you so deeply that you will regret causing pain to me." Everly challenges back. "Time will tell who's going to win. Pain Or Love." Giovanni says before storming out of the room leaving Everly all alone.

I have only one thing to do, and that is face what will be my end today. And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. Will it be a gun to my head, or will it be a knife to the chest. Whichever way, I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I am already feeling.

I am feeling too much, I just need some more so I can stop feeling. Yes, once I will stop feeling I will be fine. I am strong. I can handle my life, I am not some coward who can't stay alone. I can... I will. I just need to stop feeling all these... yes and with that one by one I started gulping the pills down in the hope of stopping the pain... but at one point the bottle emptied when I tried to take one more but I couldn't... it was empty but my pain didn't stop...

Then I lay back, closed my eyes, and waited for the pain to come or the world to end, whichever happened first. I had a feeling it would be the pain. * * *

I want to explode and end all of my pain. I was so engrossed in my pain that I failed to notice him come near me. The moment I realize it, he was already in my ears, whispering—urging, “Explode. End your misery.” Tears streamed down my cheeks and I wail, reliving the pain of my past. He continues whispering to me and I could not do anything but weep. “Don’t you touch her.” My breath hitched in my throat when the plague was suddenly thrown across the room like a ragdoll.

He tells me placing his head on our interlocked hands, he takes another breath in but keeps his eyes closed for a longer period of time after. “How can we make this go away?” I ask in a whine type tone as I feel my body begin to heat up, I knew this meant my break from the excruciating pain would be over very soon. “This is going to last for three days, but the way we stop it before that point will be too frightening for you to endure without the proper understanding.” He sighs but to hear I’ll have to go through this pain for three days, I didn’t care what the other option may be.