روايات وقصص ضمن Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake

“A lie? A mistake? We don’t know. What we do know is this right here is a problem. Calla, you know how it looks.” How it looks. The coach doesn’t ask what happened. She gives me a role: distraction. A tightness forms behind my ribs before the tears come. My voice sounds small, like someone shouting through glass. “It’s not me,” I manage. The words are brittle. “It’s fake. It’s not me.” Serene laughs, a bright sound that hooks at the others. “Of course you’d say that,” she says. “Everyone says that.” “Blaire?” I whisper, because she’s my only lifeline in a room of knives.

"Let me go! I'm not sick!" I fought with everything I had, kicking wildly. "Those symptoms were all fake! I only pretended so I could escape! Someone call the Wolf Council Enforcers! He beats me every day! All these injuries are from him! Please, call them!" But no one listened to me anymore. Because Damian pulled out videos of me faking my episodes.

“Do I… know you?” “No,” I said immediately. Then, because that sounded harsh, I added, “I mean, no. Not really. You don’t.” He frowned slightly. “You’re not.” “A screamer?” I offered. He hesitated, like he didn’t want to insult me but had also just watched me scream at full volume. “You screamed.” “That was a tactical scream,” I said. “Different category.” His lips twitched. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with someone talking to him like he was just… a person hiding behind a fake palm tree.

She screams. "PLEASE!" She's not telling me what I want to hear. Fuck. Hayden, breathe. "It was fake!" The words burst out of her. My grip loosens slightly, my chest heaving. "What?"

More things hit me, crumpled napkins, water bottles, bits of food. Amy walked in front of me and dumped the cut hair at my feet. “Fraud,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Pretender. Liar.” “You deserve this!” the others shouted. The noise bounced off the lockers, filling the room. I squeezed my eyes shut. Tears ran down my cheeks. The ropes hurt. I felt exposed and helpless. Some kids stood in the back, filming or whispering. “Lola’s a fake,” one boy said. “She brought this on herself.”

I warn, hating how my voice cracks. I’m terrified, and I’m bad at hiding it. They know, because my hand is literally shaking right in front of them. “What a pleasant surprise,” one of them mutters. His voice, I recognize it as the first male, the man‑whore. “Drogo’s pet?” “She faked it,” the one next to him says. “I thought she fainted, but that was all to get away. Smart move, girl.” Don’t tell me they were among those men in the room. I didn’t know their faces because I didn’t care to take a careful moment to look.

He scrambled to click his megaphone again. "That’s—that’s fake! It’s AI! The cult faked it!"But the guy in the polo shirt stepped away from Marcus. He looked at the megaphone, then at Marcus, his expression twisting into pure disgust. "Wait," the guy said, his voice carrying clearly in the quiet air. "She’s not your cousin?""Trent, listen to me—" Marcus stammered, reaching out. Trent swatted his hand away.

"This video is fake! It's made with AI! Someone's trying to slander me!" Dakota panicked as well, and she rushed over to the wires, trying to pull them loose and unplug the screen. The audience in the seats instantly erupted in chaos as screams and curses filled the air. "What the hell? They turned out to be monsters after all!" "They're murderers! Murderers!" "Call the police! Quick, call the police!" Amidst the chaos, I suddenly began to move in my seat, despite the fact that I should just be lying frozen in the wheelchair like a dummy.

The strength seemed to drain from her body, and she swayed violently. "No... That's impossible… That's impossible..." She stared at the glaring word that read out 'Positive' on the screen. The color vanished from her face. Then, a sharp, agonized scream burst from her throat. She clutched her head and stumbled backward until she slammed into a medical cabinet. "It's fake! All of it is fake! Carson, you're unbelievably cruel!"

And i just looked at the pics in my hand while tears in my eyes. There were many pics of mine with different men in compromised position but those all were fake. None were real. "How dare you to call about my di such disgusting words. I will kill you..." Nick screamed at top of his voice. "Pa...papa... these are not real...i...i never did som—something like this..." I said while crying profusely. He has tears in his eyes... he wanted to say something but did not able to. Just say, you don't believe these things... just say it na, this is important for me... please.