Drive Me Crazy Novels & Stories

Leaving the world and my body behind My spirit is forced through the air at lightning speed, and suddenly I’m flung into the body of another with a screech. The car they were driving swirves on the road slightly “Fuccccccck” The driver roars, stomping down on the breaks “Tom? Tom?” Someone screetches “are you ok? what’s wrong?” A worried voice sounds from the car speakers “Yes, fuck I just got dizzy or something, I’m fine” “Ok, are you sure you don’t sound fine”

Chapter Seventeen- Bad Girls Get Punished Part Three •|•|•| "Oh my god!" I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing like a wild horse as we cut through traffic. It is official. I am terrified of this man. Damien Blackwood drives like a maniac, like fast and furious kind of insane driving. I was only able to put my thoughts together once the car slowed down to sixty.

He is driving me crazy! "Ohhhhhh goddddddd, ohhhhhh godddddd, ohhhhhh myyyyyyy fuccccckkkkingggggg godddddd." I moaned out repeatedly, the tempo of my voice increasing at each passing seconds. At some point I would let out a shrill at the top of my voice, it would literally resonate in the woods. At other points I cried and wailed at how good he is with his tongue. And sometimes I just opened my mouth with no words, no sound at all. I am loosing it. I am slowly going berserk and it is a good way to go mad.

I quickly took my bag and went inside the car. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the rage boiling inside me. I could still hear his words in my head, mocking me, hurting me. I slammed the gas pedal, making the car roar and speed up. I didn't care about the traffic lights, the pedestrians, or the other drivers. I just wanted to get away from him, from the pain he caused me. I cursed loudly, ignoring the honks and shouts from the people I passed by. I felt like a wild animal, driven by instinct and emotion. I saw a flash of red in front of me, but I didn't slow down. I crashed into the car ahead of me, sending it spinning out of control. I felt a jolt of pain as the airbag deployed

I could fell myself, inside of was internally injured, beyond repair I guess at this point. And with everything burning inside of me, the pain, the anger, the fear I drove faster than I have ever gone, I went crazy behind the wheel. Daymond this is for you.

These deep, aching and terrifying feelings. A loud honk from behind snapped me back to reality. The light had turned green and the driver behind me was losing his patience. I started the car, the engine rumbling to life. As I drove, I looked out at the city, the lights blurring together. I was crazy. I definitely was.

I didn’t wait for clearance, didn’t care about the guards yelling after me as I tore out of the compound like a madman. I was fury in motion. Street lights blurred. Horns blared. The tires screamed against the road with every reckless turn. I drove like a drunk, but my eyes were sharp, locked on nothing and everything. My mind was chaos, but my hands were steady. I was possessed. I ran red lights. Swerved past cars like they were standing still. Nearly clipped a delivery van and didn’t blink. One man cursed out his window. I didn’t hear it, I heard her. Her breathless groans. Her desperate cries.

If I do, then I’ll know for sure I’m really going crazy. I started the engine and drove out of the compound faster than I should, my grip on the wheel tight. I needed to get my head straight. --- Lorenzo's POV My hands tightened around the wheel, my knuckles turning white as I drove roughly, ignoring every traffic light I passed. No matter how hard I tried to calm my damn mind down, it wouldn’t work. My head kept replaying what I saw earlier. Isn’t this what I wanted? Then why does it feel like it’s not really what I wanted at all?

My heart pounded as the tinted window lowered slightly. “What the hell?!” I yelled, anger and nerves spilling out. “Do you not know how to drive? You almost killed me, you idiot!” No answer. Just silence. My hands trembled as I stepped closer, glaring. “Whoever you are, you need to open your damn eyes instead of speeding like a maniac...” I cursed. Yes. This was me, whenever I get frustrated and confused. "Move away!" I barked. Then my gaze fell on the license plate.

I hear voices in my head and I see things weird things that some people might consider an illusion. Things would have been fine if people minded their manners but unfortunately they just won't keep their mouths shut. I hate it when people remind me that I'm mentally ill or something. It drives me berserk with the thrill to kill. Whenever someone calls me crazy, it's like a remote control of commanding me to kill them and I find it very difficult to control or resist that impulse.