روايات وقصص ضمن Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake

And I'm just waiting for a perfect timing when they won't notice. "Can I help you? " I ask them with a fake smile. "No thank you, you don't need to " one of them says as she carry the tray of food. Fuck! This is not going to work. "Ouch!! I screamed and hold my left leg. "OMG what happened " Maria screamed. I had intentionally step on a knife which I intentionally put on the floor. Now my leg are injured with fake tears in my eyes. Fuck it, it stings like hell.

“ Did they threatened you ” “ No, they didn't ” She said. “ Then take me to them.....” “ I can't ” “ Why not ” Vanessa asked this time confused. “ Because... Because it's fake ” She said abd Scott became confused. “ What's fake ? ” He asked. “ The blood is fake haha... It's fake, no one attacked me and my tears aren't real... Gosh I can't believe it actually worked ” Jojo said and suddenly started laughing and everyone became confused apart from Jasper.

"You're crying." I touch my face and realize that she is right. I wipe away my tears and shake my head. "It's... I was just watching something on my phone." I lie. "It was scary." Mrs James stares suspiciously at me, not believing me. I know she knows that I'm lying because my scream didn't sound like the scream of someone watching a horror movie but it was the scream of someone that was deathly terrified of whatever she'd been dreaming about. "Are you sure?" She asks.

I chuckled. “HAHAHA! Oh my! How is that it’s today I am realising? I’m such a big fool. Kaltain,” I bit my lower lips. I placed my finger over my face. “All this time, you were scared of me, weren’t you? So you used my biggest weakness, my mate, against me. AHAHA! It was all fake scenarios created for me to suffer more and more and more! My whole fucking life was fake until now! My mate was fake! My pack was fake! Even my bullies were fake!” I broke into laughter, whamming the cosmetics with my hands. Some crashed against the wall, some shattered on the floor.

“But I cannot save you this time.” “Wh…wh…” I stuttered, my lips quivering as tears brimmed inside my eyes. Was this some sort of joke? What was she playing at? Was this…was this some sort of setup? Around me, I heard the whispers of everyone and the small side laughs. "It's a fake. I knew it." "She'd actually wear a fake dress to a party like this? Does she think we're stupid?" "She's utterly shameless. I'm repulsed."

“It’s everywhere! Everyone thinks I’m insane!” I grabbed my phone again, like maybe this time, I’d look at the screen and the world would be kind. But it wasn’t. I saw another tag. Another video edit. A stranger commenting on my face. My name. My voice. “Crazy girl caught lying about fake murder…she needs help.” “She should be locked up.” “Of course, Ramon dumped her. Who wouldn’t?” I felt my hands trembling, fingers curled so tightly around the phone I could hear the plastic crack under the pressure. Then I threw it. I hurled it across the room with everything in me.

My voice came out coldy and at the same time, calmly as I revealed myself from where I had been standing and they all jumped in fear after realising who it was. As fakes as they were, they all bowed deeper than they were supposed to. “Look me straight in the eye!” I growled and they all lifted their heads hurriedly, unable to look at me. Their hearts were making an annoying noise that I had the urge to rip them out. I hated fake people, especially these good for nothing beings that were in front of me. “Would you two mind telling me who did that to your faces?” Their faces were swollen giving them the look of pigs.

Absolutely! Sunny kept pacing back and forth, unable to shake off the lingering unease as she said, "I want it to be fake because I'm scared!" "But it's hard to deny the reality when witnessing something so terrifying." Layla nodded in agreement, her voice filled with uncertainty. "I understand what you mean. It's like a nightmare come to life. But a part of me can't help but think it was all fake." She then continued, " Maybe she thinks we will tell people, and then more people will come back."

“Lorenzo, please. I would never do something like that to you, I love you!—” “Really? You'll never do something like that to me?" She nodded. But then the speakers came alive. Her voice. Clear. Sharp. Terrifying. “…What if he skipped a dose? What if he’s pretending?” “…Then let’s finish him off once and for all. At the gala. In front of everyone.” The room froze. People clapped hands over their mouths. The proof was undeniable. Amanda screamed, “That’s fake! That’s not me! I never said that!”

one of the reporters accused, and what followed was others agreeing with her. “Ahh!” I cried out, I faked a traumatised look and kept screaming as I watched blood drip from my arm. “I'm going to die from bleeding!” I kept screaming, bringing attention and camera flashes to myself. Just what I wanted. Blake hurried over to me from the crowd with a panic stricken face. He gently held me and tried to pull me up. But then I tripped, he tried to grab hold of me to stop me from hitting the ground, I shifted slightly making him grab hold of my suit. The force at which he pulled it, made it snap. A loud tearing sound echoed. I was left in just my trousers and camisole.