Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake Novels & Stories

I was scared for the both of them, how can they catch AJ just like that? The guards dispersed as they went to where the screams came from. The people start shouting O! In unison, “No-no… that can't be possible-” My doppelganger mumbled as she slumped on the floor. She scrambled out of the floor, trying to comfort herself, making her believe that the person they caught was not AJ but another person.

I soughed when I realized it was just an illusion, Lyon wasn’t cheating on me. For a moment I actually thought it was real, it looked real, it felt real. I can’t imagine what I would have done to myself if what I saw was real. "I would have gone crazy," I thought I was lost in my thought when the music abruptly started playing. It was incredibly loud. "Help! help!" I screamed as I knocked on the door. I could still hear Vickie from afar but she wasn’t calling out my name, it was like she was in pain as I heard her scream out loud.

I couldn't believe that we had been wrong. Valedria's suspicious behavior had turned out to be the usual hatred he had for me. He had not been possessed, despite acting cruel enough to seem like he was. We killed the wrong person. My voice box probably ripped somewhere from how loud I had screamed when I realized who I was faced with. It even started hurting at some point, and my high pitched screams turned to uneven cracks of my voice. There was no possible way that others didn't hear me, even if there was noise around the arena.

a loud girl scream erupted from his throat and I couldn't help but scream in fear too . " WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITH YOU !" I scream at the top of my jump . I put my hand on my chest to normalise my heart beating . " Ja- jade " he asked after a while . " No! A ghost " I cross my arm in annoyance . " You are looking like a ghost" he shot back '' what the hell is wrong with your face " he asked, eyeing me disgustingly . " Don't tell me you are hiding your real face all this long " he stepped back horrified .

He asked and then I pretending to be scared "What is wrong?? What happened?? He asked looking quite worried and the thought of CJ being worried about gave me goosebumps "I.. I.. am scared.. I c.ant sleep.. I have a terrible nightmare and.. and... " I fake a cry and started shedding crocodile tears CJ slowly rubbed his hand on my back and assured me that everything is okay I quickly wrapped my hand around his neck and hugged him tightly, I know he was shocked and he try to pull away but I was not ready to let go and started my fake sob again "Pls CJ. Just do me a favour by staying with me tonight.. Pls just this favour.. I am really scared " I said and he didn't say anything for some minutes

I screamed so loud that I knew everyone within one kilometer must have heard me but no one came to help me as if none listened to my scream. Where was I? “SHUT UP,” he ordered but didn’t stop. I was scared as hell. The man in front of me was not human. I was sure of it. He released my hand only to place it on my mouth, muffling my screams. I squirmed in his hold, wanting nothing but to get away from him as far as I could. I still felt the tingles and his eyes again changed their color. It again went black instead of amber and I was about to pee myself.

I continued shouting angrily. "Tania is dead!" I screamed, letting out all my pain and frustration in that shout. "No! I'm not dead! It was all a lie! I faked my death to come and save you Eloise! It's me I swear!" The caller retorted. It got just more fascinating when she began to sob as if in pain. I had to give it to the actress, she knew what to do to get me convinced. But I was no fool to believe in just anything.

He was stumped. Helma dropped a bombshell: "It's all in your head." She broke it down, "Remember what I said earlier? I pretend to slam into a wall, act all dizzy and sick to my stomach, and everyone buys into the idea that I've got a concussion." Turns out, Andor got played by Sacred Grace Private Hospital, thinking he was on death's door. In truth, he was as fit as a fiddle. It was a scam so simple, you would think anyone could see right through it.

The murmurs swelled into an ocean of disgust. "Is Lara really that much of a slut?" "It was all fake, wasn't it?" "Man, I should've got with her before her face got messed up!" "She's just a show-off. A walking filter." "I knew she was fake." Their words hit harder than anything ever had. My face burned, my ears rang. My chest felt tight, like something inside me had cracked. I looked up—desperately—for someone to see me, to save me. To acknowledge me.

I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on the screen. And I wasn’t the only one. The comment section was exploding. Messages flooded in faster than I could read them. "Is this for real?? This has to be fake No way this is live Those screams sound legit Holy shit call an ambulance She deserves it after lying to everyone This is insane" I swallowed hard. "They think it’s entertainment…" I murmured, horrified. But this wasn’t entertainment. This was someone’s skin burning. Someone’s life unraveling. On display for the world.