Get Out Of Your Head Novels & Stories

"I think I am. A bit nervous…" "You’ll do great. Just remember what I taught you: breathing through the nose helps ease the burn inside the head. And scream if it will make you feel better. I assume you have a big forest nearby, so screaming loudly shouldn’t be an issue. At least that’s what Jace told me."

Getting out of here. It took minutes before I was able to feel the bands loosen. Slowly. Like they resisted and didn't want to let go. I kept breathing. Steady breaths in and out, holding for two seconds and letting go for three. I can do this. I won't pass out here. I'm going to get up, return to my apartment, and wash myself with bleach. Then I'll accidentally trip and hit my head on my sink. The cops will find my body rotting with half my brains on the floor. Maybe Lily will feast on my corpse, I don't want her to starve just yet. Hopefully she holds out till I'm found. And someone adopts her, someone kind and sweet and better.

You need to stand up for yourself. I nearly jump out of my seat as the voice comes back. Over the last six months, I have been hearing a voice in my head, talking to me, and I know that can’t be good. I haven’t told anyone about it, but I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind. Maybe all the shit that has happened to me in the past has finally just made me snap. You’re not losing your mind, you idiot. You need to start listening to me. You can’t ignore me forever. I’m trying to help you.

“Whatever’s keeping you from having a phone… get out of it. You’re too smart for a cage.” I nodded—because what else could I do?—and slipped out.

she explained, wondering if he had forgotten. That technique is for keeping people out of your mind. It's not for keeping other things in. How did you even know that would work?

“I think you should get rid of this thought. Like Arnold said, it could indeed be a figment of your imagination and…..” I stood up immediately and headed out of there. I cold not stay any longer.

My voice sounded in my head and everything paused for a brief moment. “ It’s simple, Ami. You never become part of the maze. You look at it from outside, like a fleeting visitor. Either map out the whole maze or locate what you need the most and walk away. Remember, the sooner you get away from the maze, the less you will be tempted to get lost inside. ” She whispered, pressing a kiss on the back of my head. “ What if I get lost and don’t find my way out? ” A shudder rolled down my spine at the thought.

I hadn't thought about it to that level. There was a moment of silence before she broke it. “Now let's go. There's no time.” “How do we get back?” “You have to take yourself back.” Me? How do I do that when I don't know how I got here in the first place? “What about you?” “You don't need to worry about me. For now, think about you not ending up slaughtered.” “I don't know what to do to leave.” She touched her forehead in frustration. “Connect with yourself. It is as simple and easy as pea. If not, at the right time or moment it would happen. Now hurry.”

“Best way to get someone out of your head is to let someone else in.” “I hope you know what you are doing,” she said, as she took a sip of her drink. I hoped so too.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and thoughtful. "Avery," he said, "you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to… you need to let some of it out. Get out of your head, even if just for a little while." I stopped pacing, turning to face him. "Let it out? How? By reliving it all over and over again?" He shook his head. "No. By… by distracting yourself. By doing something, anything, that isn't this." He gestured around the room, encompassing the weight of my grief.