روايات وقصص ضمن Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake

Then we started chatting about other things as the hours passed. However, as I was enjoying the warm campfire, I heard screams in the distance. At first, I turned my head in surprise, but I soon realized that I was the only one who had heard the scream, which made me raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Elefth... is something wrong?” Middle asked. “Didn't you hear that?” I asked. Middle raised an eyebrow, confused, and shook her head. At that, I knew I was going crazy. However, I couldn't help but continue to hear the screams in the distance.

Unfortunately, what I found only made my fear worse. Almost every channel, page, and group I came across was talking about my supposed death. Using my fake account, I scrolled through one post after another, hoping to find something different, but it was all the same. People were sharing my pictures, writing tributes, and discussing what they believed had happened to me. Then I came across a video of Mia playing the role of a grieving friend. God, I almost wanted to throw up. I watched as she wiped away her fake tears, pretending to be heartbroken over my death. Her voice trembled as she spoke about how much she missed me and how difficult it was to accept that I was gone.

Every single one was a fake, digitally altered. I grabbed the footage and was about to call the police when the two childhood friends stopped me. “It’s just a joke, Amara. Don’t overreact. You know what you’re doing could ruin Elena,” Damian Knight said with a condescending smile. I froze, unable to comprehend. “And what about me? What about my grandmother, who almost died? Doesn’t that matter? Damian Knight quickly shielded Elena Rivers with his body, shoving me away with force. “Enough, Amara! Your grandmother is fine, so stop making a scene! If rumors spread, it's because you must have done something shameful for them to come out in the first place!”

My breathing became uneven and without realizing it, tears began spilling from my eyes. At first they came quietly... Then... "Ahhh!" A hoarse scream burst from my throat, I cried so hard that my body shook, I screamed because the pain was too much. It felt as if I had been stripped naked in front of everyone. It felt as though I hadn't only been betrayed and it felt as though he had sold me. My sobs made my head throb painfully and as I cried, my gaze slowly fell to my ring finger. The engagement ring I was wearing is a fake diamond ring.

Someone else cheered. Finn's grip tightened on my hip. "Hear that?" he murmured, and his hips pressed against mine from behind. I felt him hard through his trousers. Felt the intention. "They are rooting for me." I stopped screaming. The sound died in my throat, replaced by something colder—something that felt like ice spreading through my veins. They thought this was a game. They thought the noise—my screaming, my fighting, my terror—was just part of the fun.

“Your voice… it sounded completely different just now.” I rubbed the back of my neck, softening my tone. “Sorry. I had to use my fighter’s voice. They’re pranking us—trying to mess with you. Bunch of lunatics. How dare they scare you.” The crowd remained frozen, too terrified to even breathe. Finally, one man forced out a shaky laugh. “H-HAHA!” Another joined in. “Haha!” Then another. Soon, thousands of hardened fighters were fake-laughing in perfect unison—loud, desperate, terrified laughter meant to save their lives.

No one was talking to each other and most people were just trying to stay alone, I guess we had all lost someone we liked or that the thought of having to do this again, scared them so much that they couldn’t even talk. I quietly found my way into the corner, where no one was anywhere near me. I closed my eyes as I leaned against the post. Falling asleep without knowing..# “Ahhh!” A loud scream woke me up, causing me to jump to my feet and scare some people around me. “What they hell is wrong with you!” Someone yelled. “But the scream...the scream didn’t you hear it?” Their confused faces told me all that I needed to know. I had imagined the scream. It was all just in my head. This led to me

It was epic as the boys screamed, and I had it all filmed. “Damn, damn, damn, damn! I’m going to put some good music on this!” I yelled, feeling elated. “Yeah!” Stacy screamed in my ear, and my eardrum almost split. The boys screamed like ladies as they fell, and it was the funniest thing ever. When it was evening, the four of us walked, giggling on the street, as we rewatched the video of the guys screaming. “But, seriously, was that really me?” Daniel asked, taking the phone.

I say my voice coming out more confident than I feel. You never show them you're vulnerable. He blinks at me in surprise before his eyes narrows, "Go ahead, no one will hear you over the music." I stare the idiot in the eye and the moment I see the little satisfied smirk he's wearing, I open my mouth and scream, right in his face. It's an ear piercing, high pitched, Bloody Mary scream. I dabbled in singing and my vocals were phenomenal so I could go on for so long that his ear drums would burst, before I was done with him.

My feet kick and drag against the floor as I fight to hang on to life. But it is not enough. I am slipping away faster than I can fight. My movements slow down, and my hands fall to the ground. There is a ringing in my ears, permeated by Greg's laughter, and a single tear rolls out of one of my rapidly drooping eyes. "...this is where the screams came from, I'm telling you, I heard them loud and clear!" "What? But I can't see anything. Are you sure we shouldn't call the cops?" "We have to be sure first, I don't want to be arrested for making a false alarm—"