Will You End My Pain Novels & Stories

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

I didn't know how long this pain would persist. Even the person on the other end of the line was crying now. This too shall pass, Yong. This too shall pass. Vote. Comment. Follow.

Nate I still feel pain. The pleasure goes a little far, we change positions a few times, even on the side it still hurts, I get discouraged and wish it would end soon. I don't want to disappoint him, but I need to ask him to stop. — Will, stop... I'm not well! — As soon as I say it, he immediately stops what he is doing. I turn to look at him, his face has a worried look. Caress my face.

He asked. "Better." I lied. He nodded. "The medicines will make you drowsy but it will help you with the pain." What about the pain stabbing in my heart? Will the medicines make that pain go away as well? "I hope so," I said, pushing the carrots back and forth in my plate. I didn’t appreciate the look that Aaron was giving me; it was filled with so much pity. I didn't want anyone's pity. All I wanted was for everyone to leave me alone and not act like I was a broken porcelain doll.

And before I completely lost myself to the pain, I heard the sweet and comforting voice of my mother giving me one last piece of advice. ’The pain will set you free. The pain will wake you.’

Getting on his feet he started walking out of the room while taking angry steps but not before sending a glare in my direction. I just kept laying there motionless. Each and every word he just said kept repeating in my mind. While the tears kept flowing from my eyes, non-stop. Why? Why is it happening to me? And until when do I have to suffer like this? When will all of my miseries come to an end? I asked the same question I have been asking for years to no one in particular. And just like always a voice in the back of my head replied with so much pain, ‘Soon… everything will end very soon’.

"W-will it be very painful?” "I don't want to lie babe. Yes it will be painful but it will get better. But don't think about the pain too much. Just imagine the pleasure you will have once you got used to me. You liked what I did to you a while ago, didn’t you?” his voice was throaty and she nodded, " You will experience a different kind of pleasure once I really make love to you and that is a promise," He wiped the tears on her face with his thumb while his eyes were never leaving hers, "I know you are very scared but sorry babe, I have to take you tonight. If you won’t give yourself to me, I would really go crazy."

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

"Mom, what's actually happening to me? Why is this hurting so much?" My mom hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice soft yet pained. "Maybe your supposed mate is... doing something with another girl tonight," she said quietly. "It's possible that this pain you're feeling is because of that." I looked up at my mom, tears streaming down my face as I asked, "How do I make this pain go away? It's unbearable. Please, if there's anything you can do, I can't take it anymore. I'm dying with it."

I collapse onto the bed, curling in on myself, hands gripping my chest, fingers digging into my shirt like that’ll stop my heart from shattering. "Lucas? Lucas!" Their voices sound far away now, distorted, desperate. But maybe… maybe this is it. Maybe I should just let go. Maybe if I die, the pain will finally fucking stop.