After I Became Mentally Challenged Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that why I am doing it? I love doing what I want to. Being in this position of power while you are helpless. But you know, you should be grateful. Back then, when I was hurt, I always someone to help me.” He let out a scoff and expressed, “Is that so? Do you know Min Yura even now I don’t think that I have done anything wrong. If I had ability to do so, I would have broken your legs right now so that you wouldn’t be able to escape from me. You don’t know what crazy thoughts go inside my mind.” “I understand that,” she stated, “I am not surprised. After all, it would be shocking if a mentally ill person changed without any kind of treatment.

I didn't like that he wasn't smiling anymore, so I tried to lift the mood a little. 'But it's not all that bad'. He read and his frown deepened, "how so?" 'I was hit so hard in the head that I actually became a sort of genius after the accident'. "A genius", he said with an arched brow and I nodded. 'My memory became really great. I can see something and learn it in no time at all'. 2 He looked suspicious, "really?"

Nick smirks, “You can try at least.” We both shoot him glares of daggers, but he ignores us and begins. “As you know, I was disbanded from T.H.E.M. when I had a ‘mental breakdown’ several years ago and was thereafter committed. What you don’t know is that my breakdown was, in fact, a direct result of T.H.E.M.’s influence.

I allowed Mr Chancy and his no good daughter who is about to sacrifice my life on the altar of her wickedness fool me. I allowed them use my head and make me look like a complete fool. But then I remembered Stella's words, I wondered why Mr Chancy would decide to will everything he has to me because his daughter had a mental illness. My eyes fluttered. I shouldn't be thinking about any of this now, maybe I should be thinking about how to escape from this God damn forsaken place before I get killed. I headed for the door and just then it was pushed open. I ran back in fear leaning on the wall.

Her face drained from color in fright. “Oh my God! What just happened? What… Have I just done? I… I actually hugged you? On my own? No! Zachary, I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that. My mind was just… Not working properly all of a sudden. Well… Uh… Four years ago, I hurt my head, and sometimes I’d lose my mind a little and do something completely weird, just like what happened moments ago. Zachary, you have to believe me…”

I ship having multiple women. I took a deep breath. Maybe I need to give that life a break! The life of having multiple women. Right now, I need some me-time. That accident really shook me up. I glanced in the rear mirror-like I've been doing for the past hour. Each car that drove up behind me made my body tensed. Ptsd is more fucked than I thought. Back then, I used to think people were overreacting about it, but now I know. It's messing with my mental state. I should have just continued chatting with Cheska. At least I would be a little distracted.

"And you know that I'm not, right?" He averted his gaze. "Of course." My life felt like hell after Ate Diana's death. I can't talk. I can't eat. I didn’t even think about the business and just let the time run when I wasn’t doing anything. I don't know when or how it started. One day, I just woke up in a mental facility, locked and insane. I don’t know what’s going on around. I didn't remember how I exactly survived that year, but I remember how the pain felt like. It was excruciating. It haunted me.

Her sweetness seemed like poison to me. Jenny helped Mom to sit up in the bed and held a spoonful of soup near her mouth after blowing it to cool a little bit down. I could not digest her overly sweet behavior and I felt like there was something fishy. Then I remembered in my past life she used to feed Mom her special soup daily. And after this staircase accident, Mom's mental health started getting worse and soon she became mentally disabled.

The fucking bastard cheated on me and fled from the town. I was distraught. I was struggling to keep my thoughts from running wild. I was struggling to stay sane. It felt like I was slowly losing it. My mental health was completely shitty. My emotions were all over the place, and I was so pathetic that I couldn't control them. It was beyond me, and somehow, the thought of just drowning was appealing. That way, I won't have to feel this much pain. It was beyond comprehension for me.

I let out before turning my face towards the window. After that she didn’t say anything and neither did I which was good for me because no matter how much I tried to being normal but I couldn’t find myself talking to anyone more than necessary, I just talk as much as needed but 9 years back they had to tap my mouth to silence me. Sometimes I couldn't believe I'd changed so much. if someone had told me 9 years back that one day, I would become what I am today, I would have sent him/her to mental asylum, but look what I had become today, weirdo, great achievement.