All Chapters of Delirium: A Dark Erotic Psychological Horror Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

20LENAMira’s apartment smelled like fresh linen and lavender—clean, safe.The air was warm, humming with the quiet buzz of the city beyond the window.The moment I stepped inside, I felt like I could finally breathe again."You’re sure you’re okay?" Mira asked, setting my bag down by the couch.I nodded, though my hands were still trembling."Yeah. I just... I needed to get out of there."Out of my apartment.Out of the place where he touched me.Mira didn’t ask any more questions.She didn’t press me about the dark circles under my eyes or the way I flinched at shadows.She only squeezed my shoulder and said, "You can stay as long as you need."She was giving me an escape.A chance to start over, even for a night.I should have known better.The first sign came in the bathroom.The mirror was fogged from the hot shower, but as I wiped my hand across the glass, my reflection did not move.My heart slammed against my ribs.I froze, my breath catching in my throat.Then—a smile.Not m

1LENAI couldn't stop myself from reaching for him.He stood there, as if he never left, his figure almost glowing in the dim light of my bedroom.I could feel him in the air—cold, thick, and oppressive.His presence wrapped around me, suffocating, yet undeniable.Cassian stepped closer, the faint scent of smoke and something darker clinging to him.His hand brushed against my cheek, and a shiver ran through my entire body.His touch was gentle, almost tender, but the words that slipped from his lips were anything but kind."You belong to me," he whispered, his voice low, reverberating in my chest.I didn't even flinch.I didn’t fight it.His hands slid to my neck, his thumb pressing lightly, making my breath catch.The heat between us felt too real, too consuming.His lips brushed against my ear, sending a pulse of desire through me."I’ve waited for this, Lena. You don’t know it yet, but you crave me."I did.I knew I did.In the dark, when no one else was there, when I was complet

“I… I’m still hearing him.”The words felt like acid on my tongue, but they slipped out before I could stop them.“Cassian?”Dr. Halverson’s gaze sharpened. “Have you been taking the medication as prescribed?”I nodded, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure the pills did anything anymore.I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a moment.His brow furrowed slightly.“You know, Lena,” he began, his voice softer now, more thoughtful, “I’m beginning to wonder if this isn’t schizophrenia at all.”I blinked, my heart hammering in my chest.What did he mean?He continued, not waiting for me to respond.“Your condition, the voices, the hallucinations—they might not be symptoms of a mental illness, but trauma-induced delusions. It’s possible that the car accident...”The words faded as a cold chill ran through me.I heard him, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying.My thoughts were spiraling.The car accident.He kept bringing it up like it was supposed

A picture of Lena.She was sitting in her apartment, staring at the empty space beside her, her eyes wide and full of fear.And the caption: “Who is she talking to?”I stared at the screen for a long, terrible moment.It wasn’t just a trick of the light.Lena wasn’t alone.There was someone else with her.And it wasn't in her mind.It was real.The blood drained from my face.I had to go back.9LENAI couldn’t hold it in anymore.The weight of everything, all the things I hadn’t told Mira—everything that was slowly suffocating me—I had to let it out.There was no more running.No more pretending.Cassian was there, in every shadow, every dark corner, a suffocating presence I couldn’t escape.I was sitting on the edge of the couch, my hands shaking as I stared at the floor.Mira stood across from me, her arms folded tightly, her brow furrowed with concern.I could see the worry etched in her face, the way her eyes flicked to the door as if expecting someone else to walk in, someone wh

I felt the walls closing in, the air growing thick.My breath came in shallow gasps.How had I forgotten him?Had he always been there, buried in the corners of my mind?Why didn’t I remember drawing him?I ran my fingers over the pages, hoping that somehow the truth would come pouring out, but the more I searched, the more I felt like I was losing control.“You should have remembered, Lena,” Cassian’s voice slithered through my thoughts, cold and taunting. “You always knew. You just didn’t want to remember.”I slammed the journal shut, but it didn’t help.The images of his face—his smile—were burned into my mind now.Every time I closed my eyes, I could see him.His eyes were always following me.My hands shook as I clutched the journal to my chest, trying to calm the panic that was bubbling up in my throat.“What’s happening to me?” I whispered, not knowing if I was asking myself or Cassian.12DR. HALVERSONI knew Lena was struggling.I could see it in her eyes when she came into m