Going Crazy Novels & Stories

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

He thinks that he will proceed in the second phase of their plans. The next day, Rachel found Harry looking for something. "What are you doing swooping and crawling on the floor Harry?" He looked at her.shivering and movements uncoordinated. "I...lost m...my m..medi...cation." He is stuttering reply shocked Rachel. He tried to control himself but it was obvious to her, that he is not alright. She looked at him. "For what is that medication?" She asked she also mimic what he is doing. "E...epi...lepssy." Rachel thought of returning the medicine bottle to him. But she stopped to think that if she give it back he will question where she found it? It might blow her cover that she overheard the

I want to die. "Don't be upset Sandy. I did the same thing to mom just yesterday, and I absolutely loved every minute of it. Like I said I think I'm addicted to cum. Yesterday I ate mom's pussy and she ate mine. I also helped her get fucked. I held Gary's cock and put it in mom's cunt. It was so erotic I'm hot just thinking about it. Are you still upset?"

The crowd chanted. “50 million.” “Woahhh.” The crowd chanted very loudly. “Fuck.” The other guy cursed. “50 million going once, going twice–sold.” This is fucking disgusting, human trafficking in this era? Fucking imbeciles. Can't they just get a hooker or something? “You've been soon to Mr Terry Volkov.” The woman said as I raised my head. It was an old man, fuck. I know it's foolish but I was somehow praying that I would've ended up with a much younger man. Fuck.

"I so fuckin' hate you right now!" "You need to broaden your speech capabilities." "Fuck you!" I just kept making slow steady circles with my hand. She let loose another huff of air. "I'm not normal!" "Neither am I." "You're weird," she said. "But I go crazy." "We're all crazy." My hand landed twice. "Not off the deep-end crazy like me." "I've seen your 'off the deep-end crazy' and it scared the shit out of me, but I'm still here."

traces on his face that everything he says is true. I envi him because he is sure of everything he feels whereas I have no certainty at all. I’m still drown by two woman that made me go crazy! I think I’m really that stupid to understand this or I’m just ill or something! Should I see a psychologist? Because I'm going crazy !!!

I took a relieving breath, knowing that he won’t let Bay be a problem for us in the future. Ask anyone who struggles with anxiety and I think they will agree, those words – you are crazy – hurt more than anyone could understand. What I feel in the midst of anxiety attack is a loss of control of my emotions, my thoughts and my being. Every word that wants to come out cyclones into monstrous torrent of incoherent thoughts. Only few words comes clear through the chaotic garbled mess – so more than anyone else, I felt crazy. I just hate being reminded by people about how crazy I am.

I slammed my hands onto the glass table continuously until it shattered making my hands bleed. "What the fuck man?" Farhan cursed as he pulled me back. "Have you gone fucking crazy?" he spat at me. I looked at him with red teary eyes, a humourless laugh leaving my lips. "So crazy" I bitterly smiled. "You're sick" he snapped making me chuckle before pulling me into a hug, my tears dripping onto his shoulder. "I'm so crazy for her man, I'm so crazy for her that I might actually become insane for life" my body shook as I sucked in some air.

I closed the folder and rubbed my temples. Her voice replayed in my head, sharp, furious. Crazy. Psycho. She’d called me that more times than I could count after the divorce. I’d written it off as her temper, another sign that she was being dramatic. Now I wanted the exact meaning. The need sat under my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I typed it into the search bar. The initial results were useless. I refined the query. The top definitions landed one after another: mentally unstable. Out of one’s mind. Acting in a wildly irrational or obsessive way. Someone whose behavior no longer makes sense to anyone else.

so I snatched the pen from his hands making him frown. "What the hell is wrong with you sugar.." I glare at him, "exactly my question what the hell is wrong with you, can't you sit quite for sometime.. you are driving me crazy.." and that jerk smirked.. "well there are many other ways via which I can drive you crazy babe.." he said in a suggestive tone and I face palmed myself.