Lahat ng Kabanata ng Delirium: A Dark Erotic Psychological Horror Romance: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

PROLOGUELENAThe rain came down in sheets, blurring the road, turning the headlights into useless smears of white.My fingers gripped the wheel so tight they ached.My breath was uneven, coming too fast, too shallow.The air inside the car was thick, suffocating, pressing against my chest like invisible hands.I shouldn’t have been driving.Not like this.Not in the middle of the night, not with my head spinning and my heart trying to claw its way out of my ribs.But I had to.If I stayed in that house a second longer, I would’ve gone insane.I barely remembered getting in the car.I barely remembered grabbing my keys, shoving my feet into my boots, and running out the door.But I remembered him.The voice in my head.The whisper, low and teasing.You can’t run from me, Lena.I pressed harder on the gas.The engine roared beneath me.The highway stretched ahead like a slick, black river, winding through the empty woods.The streetlights flickered.Or maybe that was my vision.I check

The apartment around me felt distant, a blur of muted furniture and dim lamplight.Shadows pressed against the corners, stretching long fingers across the floor.I exhaled sharply.3:12 AM.I hadn’t even noticed the time.A shiver crawled down my spine, slow and deliberate, like a wet finger tracing my vertebrae.The air had thickened, as if the walls were holding their breath.Then—A flicker in the mirror.My pulse stuttered.The full-length mirror stood against the wall, half-covered by a paint-streaked cloth.In its reflection, my hunched figure was visible, shoulders tense, hair messy.But something moved—just beyond me.A shifting shadow.A presence.I turned sharply.Nothing.The room was empty.My breathing hitched, too shallow, too quick.The silence pressed in, thick and knowing.Slowly, I turned back to the mirror.The reflection stared back, unchanged.Just me.Alone.But I wasn’t alone.I could feel it.A phantom weight, a presence pressing against the air itself, lingeri

Since everything had started slipping away.I twisted beneath the covers, a thin sheen of sweat making my skin stick to the sheets.My room, my space, felt wrong—too large, too empty.The air seemed heavy, like something unseen was hanging just out of reach, pressing against me.Then, I felt it.It was subtle at first—a light graze across my arm, like a finger tracing my skin.I froze.My heart pounded against my chest as the sensation moved down, drifting across my ribs, ghosting along the curve of my spine.My breath hitched, and I moaned, barely aware of the sound slipping from my throat.Was it a dream?I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would stop.But the touch lingered, warm and insistent, like someone—or something—was right there with me.My pulse quickened, terror seeping into my veins.My whole body tensed, every muscle screaming to break free, but I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.I opened my eyes.The room was still—empty.The air was cooler now, the oppressive weight l

Mira, with her soft touch and gentle voice, the one who always tried to convince Lena that everything was normal, everything was fine.That she wasn’t losing herself.I could feel Mira’s presence, too.She was concerned, trying to fix what wasn’t broken.Trying to make Lena believe in something she could hold on to, when the truth was that Lena was mine.She always will be.I waited, patient as ever, as the conversation drifted to things Lena wasn’t ready to hear.Mira urged her to get out, to meet someone new, to forget about everything that was happening.But Lena wasn’t ready for that either.Not yet.It didn’t matter.Eventually, she would be.She would come to me—because there was no one else left.No one else could make her feel the way I could.No one else could make her feel mine.And as she sat there, trapped in the uncertainty of her own mind, I pressed closer.Just a whisper, just a touch against her mind.The seeds were planted.Now, all I had to do was wait for them to gr