You Hurt Yourself To Make Me Stay Novels & Stories

I’m nobody. Suddenly, his hand is back to stroking my hair, and I would never admit out loud how much I’ve missed his touch. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It’s because I love you… but you would have left. You left me. They would have found you—hell, Richard found you and he tried to take you away from me. I couldn’t think of any other way to make you stay. You hate me.”

Despite the pain, I knew I couldn't force her to stay, even if it was tearing me apart inside. My voice almost quiver as I finally find the words to respond. "Mia, I never meant to hurt you. I love you with all my heart, and the thought of you accusing me of this breaks me in ways I can't explain. But I can't force you to stay if you need a break."

I really hate that bitch and her stretched out holes. "Stop it, I fuss at myself, who cares if your hurt. Who cares if it makes you cry and who cares if he believes you. You don't need him anyway. Who cares",I keep repeating this mantra over and over as tears spill down my cheeks. I'm happy the shower masks everything. I need to convince him to leave because I need to be alone. "Ava!,he calls, I'm ordering pizza",I sigh.

He yelled out at me this time, but I didn't wanted him to leave, to get away not after he has already made my body this messy with bruises and blood, so I used the last strength I could gather, and brought myself, my stomach back to his feet, but he kicks me away from himself, and turned around "You're so damn pathetic!" I heard his voice, it's faint, cause my vision is blurry, and I feel like I want to pass out, but I tried to prevent myself, cause I don't want to be found like a loser, the loser on the ground the next morning, and mocked because of it, so I placed my arm on my bloody lips, and bite myself, so that I don't pass out, and I didn't.... I watched him leave, he walked away from

I just keep going even though my body is slowly giving up. I was so stupid – I was blinded by desperately needing to get past this object that I hurt myself while trying to do so. Now when I look at myself in that mirror , when I see that poor bruised creature crawling - my heart saddens. I sacrificed so much , I went through so much only to stay in the exact same spot that I was in , in the beginning – the only difference is that I’m more damaged and more tired.

I stared at the floor for a moment before I look in the mirror to fix myself. I'm a mess. I should fix myself now. I'm not giving up. I don't wanna give up. But thinking about it. It still hurts. That the man you like, likes your bestfriend. To be continued....

I remain faithful and brave through my upside down. I made myself a fool because I had you! I didn't think about how tired I am! I never got tired of expressing my true feelings with you Lucas. I really love you so I made myself pitiful just to have you! I hurt myself for you Lucas. I can't throw everything away because my heart beats only for you! I'm desperate in all desperate but I'd rather love you Lucas than find someone else. I don't care if I get hurt as long as I only have you.

I wince at how loud her voice is. “I don't want you to hurt yourself," I explain. “How the hell am I going to hurt myself, I wasn't planning on using the needle on myself dimwit." She is acting like a fucking bitch...a feisty bitch. “If you hurt me with that," I point to the needle on the floor. “Then, you are also hurting yourself, because what I feel is also what you feel," I explain. She looks at me like I have gone mad. “Are you okay in the head?"

But no matter how many times I looked in the mirror, I still saw him… the way he laughed, the way he kissed me, the way he made my chest feel like it could explode. Max’s voice echoed in my head, “You’re going to hurt yourself…” and I knew he was right. I didn’t want to admit it, but I’d been holding myself together on fumes, pretending I was okay when I wasn’t. I got dressed, grabbing anything I could find not minding how I looked, and grabbed my bag. Maybe if I kept busy, I could stop thinking about him. Maybe if I distracted myself, the ache in my chest would dull.

Blair wanted to make her stay by his side at any cost, and there were only two ways to do it. Either he hurt her or hurt himself. He decisively chose the latter. As long as he was still unwell, she would not leave. Mable was so mad that her eyes reddened. “So you used such tricks?” He did not hesitate to hurt himself to make her stay. “Blair, you idiot!” ‘How could anyone do something so stupid?!’ “I’m sorry.”