Divided Minds Book Novels & Stories

But it seems, Clara didn’t mind the silence. She leaned casually against the bars. “You know, it’s actually kind of fascinating,” she let out softly, almost conversationally. “How easy it is to fuck with the mind. People think they’re so strong, so in control… but the mind is capable of so much more than we give it credit for. Break it down long enough, starve it, isolate it, give it the right kind of fear… and it’ll reshape itself into whatever you need.” She glanced over at the chained madman in the corner. He was watching us with wild, unfocused eyes, licking dried blood from his fingers.

Daniel. They had drugged me even then. They didn’t just steal my son’s identity; they tried to lobotomize my heart so I wouldn’t recognize the man I truly loved. Every time I had looked at Zander and felt that magnetic pull, every time I had questioned why Daniel’s touch felt like a violation of my soul, I had been right. The “madness” was the only thing that was real. The “sanity” they offered was a meticulously crafted lie.

“It is not normal. It is structural.” ⸻ Sienna stepped slightly away from the table again, as if needing space to think. Her voice came quieter. “I think I was split on purpose.” ⸻ Damien’s eyes sharpened. “Split how?” ⸻ Sienna looked at him. “Not just memories removed.” A pause. “Parts of my thinking. My reactions. My decisions.” ⸻ Silence followed. ⸻ Elias finally spoke. “Compartmentalization,” he said.

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.

“No.” “Elena—” “Say what you did.” Charles looked at current Elena. Then young Elena. Then Anna. Finally: “Identity partition.” Silence. Current Elena felt Lucas's fingers tighten around hers. “What does that mean?” Charles looked sick. “The human mind already separates unbearable experience.” “Mental compartments.” “Dissociation.” “Memory suppression.” “Emotional decoupling.” Elena stared. “You made it literal.” Charles closed his eyes. “Yes.” Young Elena laughed once.

“Every mind linked takes from the other. Memories blur. Thoughts overlap. The anchor must guard their identity, or they risk dissolution.” So it wasn’t without risk. But what in this kingdom ever was? I flipped through the rest of the book feverishly, hungry for more. The candle beside me guttered low, then died, and I had to light another. Shadows danced across the shelves, their shapes strange and shifting, like they were listening. Time became meaningless. At some point, my back began to ache from sitting too long. My lips were dry, my eyes sore, but I didn’t stop reading. Every chapter peeled back another layer, secrets buried under superstition. I learned that telepaths could create ill

"Yes. The book mentioned the Great Rift. And how it has affected the four kingdoms. It's a children's tale, but since you are similarly grounded to a child's limited knowledge, this is a good starting place," I clasped the book in hand. This is what I meant when I say I can't return empty-handed. "Seems like we're done for the day," I said. With a nod as his reply, I finally stood from my seat, clutching the book in my hand. And as soon as I stood, I finally felt the back pains and the tremors running down my limbs. I can feel my mind pulsing, probably an after-effect of the process of mind-reading. Instead of making a complete exit, I shortly paused.

"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

Nevan was made smarter, agile, authoritative and wise. The two of them began to launch the contents of the mind. A way out with the appearance of the cunning enemy. *** The room is not too cramped. A hand that flipped through a unique book that was slightly dusty. The dark color of the book looks faded by the title. His hands were not smooth, nor did they look dull. But, the eyes are starting to look confusing. “What a strange history book,” Felix muttered glancing around the body of the book.

mine—mine. Relief slammed into me. because we were back. not fused. not aligned. us. The presence recoiled. conceptually. because now it didn’t work. couldn’t complete. couldn’t perfect. “You maintain division,” it said. The voice sharper now. fractured. “Yes,” I said. because that was the point. “because that’s what makes it real.” The space shattered. Violently everything pulling apart. everything breaking alignment. zayden pulled me closer. not merging. holding. and for one second. everything stabilized. not the system. not the space. us.