Going Crazy Novels & Stories

"Lori, you're getting married tomorrow—can't you at least try to keep up appearances?" I froze. "Nancy? Aren't you in surgery?" Nancy waved a hand, grinning smugly. "It hasn't started yet. I'm just a baby at heart—I need both Mateo and Joffrey with me the whole time. But you should be worrying about yourself. "Look at all that blood under you. You seriously don't even know when you're on your period? "Stop embarrassing yourself, hahaha!" A sharp pain ripped through my stomach. My breath hitched as I looked down.

"Don't fucking perfume me! A bigger crystal room is like a bigger fish tank to me. Do you think it would work?" "It seems to be useless. Well, in that case, let's keep everything the same." I was so angry that I punched the crystal door, "Are you fucking teasing me? How long are you going to fucking hold me captive? I'm going crazy! Do you know what crazy means? I'll keep screaming, I'll get violent, I'll hurt myself, I'll spit and pee everywhere! You better get me out of here! I'm dying of insanity!" Dylan curled his lip.

JACOB I pace around the room like a crazy person. Do I feel like an animal? Well, of course, especially if it's some 'special occasion'. And can I be tame? Well, right now, I cannot. DEFINITELY CANNOT. How can I be calm if things really go my way, and my lifeline really snaps now?

Amelia inquired at last when it became apparent that Alex couldn't move a muscle or utter a sound. Alex stared a couple of more seconds before exploding. "Alright? No, I'm not alright! You're two hours late, without a word of explanation!" This wasn't the man being his usual dramatic self. This was utter, animalistic terror, fueled by a horrible number of nights with barely any sleep. (Even magic and makeup couldn't quite mask the dark shadows around Alex eyes.) "I was about to start searching for you! I thought...!" The man couldn't bring himself to say the rest.

Old lady was still crazy. ***

I have everything I have ever desired. But the crazy is not done. The rollercoaster might have stop but this is still my crazy normal world. ..................................................

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me think I’m crazy.” “I’m not trying to make you think anything. I’m telling you what you sound like. You sound like someone who’s having a breakdown.” “I’m not having a breakdown.” “Aren’t you? You’ve been erratic for weeks. Disappearing at odd hours, making accusations you can’t prove, having an affair with someone half your age. Maybe you should talk to someone.”

I groaned at the disturbance. Maya jumped up. She was like a spring. Her eyes were wide. Her hair was a mess. She grabbed the phone. She swiped the screen fast. A green light blinked on her phone. It was bright. It was blinding. Maya looked at the screen. Her face went white. She looked like she had seen a ghost. "Shit," she whispered. She said it like a prayer. "Shit, shit, shit." "Maya?" I groaned. My head felt heavy. "What time is it?"

If having the best sex with someone who probably my stalker is considered crazy then I want to be crazy . Fuck my ass!"I half screamed.

I keep expecting to come crashing down onto a surface, but there’s nothing. Let me be clear; there’s no surface I’d want to crash onto. Well, maybe one made of marshmallows or a really soft mattress would be good. OMG! Perhaps falling has made me crazy because I swear I sound crazy right now. I sound like I’ve literally lost my fucking mind.