A Splitting Of The Mind นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My half mind thought but the other half of my mind was quite delighted. And soon I closed my eyes when we kissed each other... ***** My head started hurting again and I pushed Lisa away and covered my head with both of my hands. 'Ahh!' I wailed. 'You're okay? Is it hurting again?' Lisa asked being worried. I nodded and closed my eyes. That scene kept repeating to me when Mr. Niall and I kissed. What was happening to me? Why do I keep seeing such things lately, why? Why my life is complicated?

Somewhere deep in the fractured ruins of his mind, something small and desperate screamed. But he couldn't hear it anymore. The breaking was complete.

Nathan stood beside me, frozen as the once-unified consciousness fractured into distinct emotional clusters spreading across the network like cracks through glass. Different pulses. Different beliefs. Different futures. “They’re dividing,” he said softly. “No,” I replied shakily. “They’re becoming people.” Because that was the terrifying truth. This wasn’t system failure. This was society being born. And societies fought. The threads surrounding us shifted violently. Some glowed warm gold, pulsing with individuality and emotional openness. Others burned cold silver, steady and synchronized. Controlled. Safe. And between them Chaos. Confusion. Countless minds unable to decide what they believ

She let it remind her that the forest’s story was not yet finished, even if shadow seeped from every crack. Her jaw set. If there was defiance buried in the soil, she would match it. The visions came without warning. Her palms had barely brushed the oak when her mind was seized. The grove vanished. The world itself split open beneath her feet. She saw fissures cracking through the earth, jagged and bleeding. They opened like wounds, raw and black, spewing forth a darkness that moved like liquid fire. The ground quaked, splitting trees apart as though they were kindling. Roots snapped with the sound of bones breaking. The sky fractured with it, the horizon bending until light itself bent wron

And it seemed like it was really working. Elara’s mind, trained in survival, began to dissect the horror, she remembered all the bad things he has done and the good things he’s been currently doing. She wondered if he’s suffering from split personality. The clinical term rose from the depths of human psychology she’d read about in discarded magazines. A fractured psyche creating separate selves to bear unbearable trauma or conflict. It explained the stark partitions in his behavior, the amnesia between states, the genuine emotion in each role. The realization was a new kind of prison. If he was fractured, then the kindness wasn’t a lie…it was a genuine expression of a fragmented self. The cr

Lyric began relaxing that core, allowing it to separate into distinct centres of awareness. The witnesses watched as Lyric’s presence flickered and divided, their single integrated being splitting into two, then four, then eight distinct consciousness fragments. Each fragment retained awareness and memory but lost connection to the others, becoming separate beings that had once been a unified whole. Kessa felt her child fragmenting through their deep bond, felt Lyric splitting into pieces that drifted apart across threshold states. She wanted to reach out, to pull the fragments back together, to stop the dissolution before it progressed too far.

It recoiled, hard. I gasped, and yanked my hands away from his throat like his skin was burning through me. The paralysis on Kaelen and Jace snapped away right away . I stumbled back, falling into the hot sand, folding in on myself. I wrapped my arms around my head and a scream tore out of my lungs, pure agony. It felt like the sickness was ripping my mind in two , splitting thoughts from feelings, splitting me from me.

- HAZEL - My heart is beating terribly fast in my rib cage and the heavy thumping of my chest with each heart beat leaves me alarmed. My mind is everywhere else but where it’s supposed to be and I don’t need to focus on anything else but my reality yet it’s hard not to. I can’t think straight. I can’t tell if I’m supposed to think straight. My body and mind want two different things and it’s really contradictory. Correction, my body, heart and mind want different things. If I thought I was holding my resolve before, this encounter just shattered it. I draw my eyes from my bed to my laptop.

/-Alora-/ It was quiet, painfully so, after the events that led to the destruction of the split. Everywhere it was quiet, even the sound of my breathing seemed loud in my ears, as if the noise that followed the bursts of light was missing. It was difficult to determine whether it was my moving head or whether the world around me was changing as a result of everything that had happened. My hands shook, the energy of the split running through my blood still, but there was a malicious undertone.

he added, his voice weak. “Do you actually believe you’d hurt me?” She asked gently, laying one hand on his shoulder. Warmth radiated from the contact and Vanadine tried to recall when he had last been touched in kindness. Too long. His mind said “Not me but the dark part might,” he admitted. “Are you schizophrenic or something? Always talking about your dark side,” Carine asked in a half joke. “Not schizophrenic, no, but I have a darker side, my psyche is split, fractured.”