They say…they say…oh man, I don’t think I can even try to say this without getting all choked up.
They say…
That people don’t really feel pain. That they feel this dull throbbing, but it’s not actually pain. They say you can only feel pain if it’s by your own hands. If what you’ve done is so stupid and cruel that you can feel it reverberate back through your bones.
But…
I don’t believe that. I believe that whatever you do, you will never feel it. No, it’s what other people do to you that you will feel. They will send hot searing pain through your veins, and you will know how it feels to be hurt then.
And you will know that you’ve been betrayed. How all the apologies in the world can’t replace that moment in your life when you literally couldn’t breathe.
When you couldn’t do anything but stumble backwards and try to focus on whatever it had been that you had been doing.
But you can’t. Because…you’ve just felt actual pain. And it really hurts this time, because all those other times? The times when you were slammed against a wall, when you were slapped across the face, when your own kin slaughtered you.
They were scars. They were wounds. They weren’t…
Pain.
And it’s really like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
jimenarocker Community Member 
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