Derealization Stories Novels & Stories

"Uh... I'll send you money for the ingredients." I didn't show any reaction and just continued walking without a word. The store was just nearby so I just walked out. My phone suddenly buzzed and I saw Preston already sent me an amount. Without thinking, I clicked on my chat history on my phone and there, I laughed bitterly at the number of messages I sent to Preston. Maybe out of the 50 messages I sent to him, I would only receive 5 replies from him. How pathetic I am. It was so draining to care about him anymore. I smirk then my fingers automatically deleted all our messages.

They saw two friends laughing about a shared memory, only for one of them to stop, a confused look on her face, saying, "Wait, did that happen to us, or did I dream it?" The stories were fading. Not the big, important ones—not yet. But the small, personal stories. The threads that wove the tight, personal tapestry of a civilization. The Un-Made had been a sledgehammer, trying to smash the vase of their world. This was... a slow unraveling. A quiet forgetting. Kaelen stood before the Crystallized Void. It was as dark and silent as ever. "Can you feel anything?" he asked Elara. "Is it... is it doing this?"

“I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility.” “I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility…” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind.” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind…” “Werewolves are not real.”

, so I told him everything. He told me that we should deal with the situation and not Someone must know something about what happened, and when I looked at Zain's body, he told me that we will throw it in the battlefield and say that he died in the war, and no one will doubt anything. Indeed, we dressed him in war clothes and took him to the battlefield with us and threw him there without anyone noticing us. After the war ended, a funeral was held for him and we buried him. After that, Damian learned that what happened was a plan by some of our enemies to eliminate us, and their intention was to lure us one after the other.They put a substance that causes hallucinations in my drink, which ma

neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she found her self interacting with, to contracdict, sweet precious reality. doctor montoya was fazed out. everyone, charles roach, H, bucharest all came to gather what was slowly becoming a crazy human just like the priest, only that it was just the once famous therapist who lost her two patients to suicide , and not some unknown parrasite illness that she claimed all the time in her dillusions. montoya heard H whispering to philbert "Obsessive-co

Prior to our altercation, I had swapped the counterfeit skincare products she bought because I was afraid she would ruin her skin and health. If it weren't for me, Miranda couldn't even afford to buy those counterfeit products. In the worst-case scenario, she might have starved to death long ago. Some people were just born ungrateful and undeserving of help, so I decided to take a step back and stop interfering. I left the dorm and chose to study in the library. Every second spent in that room with those girls felt suffocating, the lack of oxygen killing off my precious brain cells.

Yet, amidst the chaos, everything seems eerily detached, as if I'm observing the scene from outside my body. A horrible feeling of derealisation. The faces of the doctors and everyone around me are hazy and indistinct, their features blurring together like watercolors. Even the physical pain, though intense, comes close to nothing in comparison to the crushing heaviness that grips my heart, a sorrow so profound it threatens to consume me whole. I want to cry, but I feel so empty. I think death would be far better than this. “Jasmine! Jasmine. Look at me!” Hades’ voice captures my entire system and I slowly turn to him to see him breathing fast and trying to keep up with me.

"You collapsed on your first day of classes. Severe dehydration and exhaustion, the doctors said. Your roommate Mia found you unconscious in the hallway outside your dorm." First day of classes. Right. I remembered walking to my Healing and Herbalife course, feeling nervous about starting university. But everything after that felt like fragments of the most vivid, intense dream I'd ever had. "The doctor thinks the stress of starting university, combined with not eating or drinking enough, caused some pretty intense hallucinations," Patty continued, adjusting my blankets with motherly care. "You kept talking about shadow kings and dark magic and splitting yourself in two while you were deliri

She would often hear voices and see things that weren't there, and it was heartbreaking to see her struggle to distinguish reality from her delusions. Then there was John, a former soldier who had been struggling with PTSD. He would often wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying, as he relived the traumatic events of his past. It was devastating to see him struggle to find peace and comfort, even in his own home. I also met Emily, a sweet and gentle soul who had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She would often swing from extreme highs to extreme lows, and it was heartbreaking to see her struggle to find stability and balance in her life.

It had been two weeks since they since the nightmare that nearly led to me overdosing. Four days of that time had been spent in hospital being slowly and painfully withdrawn from the medication before the Doctor stopped giving it to me altogether. The rest of the time, I had spent wallowing at home in a whole lot of misery. I'd moved on from the initial overwhelming flood of emotions and now everything felt sort of...unreal. My mind was a fog of confusion filled with hallucinations and fear, the world some strange reflection of reality and my emotions anything from spiralling depression to nothing at all.