I have always thought getting pricked by a needle or having a fall was the greatest pain ever. Ever since I was little I was cautious of anything that would cause me pain and my mom was weary of them because she knew how much I throw a tantrum about it. The slightest wound hurt so bad that I would barely be able to catch my breath... I thought that was all it was. But I was wrong...
This was by far the greatest pain I have ever felt, not a prick by a needle, the sight of my blood, or a fall... but the pain to the heart was far worse. Like a grip held onto it and squeezing it with no mercy, like my very heart was on fire. This... is... PAIN.
And I didn't want it... because it hurts so much and my tears stated that meaning perfectly. The last time I cried as hard as this was when I left my mom at the airport, maybe this was far worse... a part of myself was missing.
"Emma"
