Hallucinations Novels & Stories

My shaky dull drug addicted eyes staring at him in pure confusion, it was only when I blinked my dull eyes again that it hit me and I finally realized that not only was my head pounding wildly, but I had also been hallucinating this whole time. Hallucinating myself with him, hallucinating our lips almost touching, I had been fucking hallucinating his addictive touch on my body, it was all in my head. My eyes immediately swelling up with burning hot tears, indeed my devilish mind was right, I was indeed sad, pathetic and like a person that needed help, I was slowly and gradually losing my fucking mind. Curse the damn pills. My heart bleeding out to me as my lips mumbled the words out, I shift

It meant that all the other times I visited her after another business meeting, she'd known. Shane filled me. What was I thinking? “I thought you hadn't noticed.” I spoke gilbly and she shook her head. “You're my boy. It's impossible to not notice things about you.” Her words hit me like a punch . It took everything to not bawl then and there. “I did my research. They say that it's painful depending on how long it's been.” She frowned, “Hallucinations, loss of appetite, nausea they say are the most common symptoms. It doesn't stop easily, yet you're facing it while still dealing with the company.You've been going through all that, and yet you still constantly

This one was making a difference. Alucinaciones. The word was repeating itself in my head, with every single person that she smiled and nodded at as she made her way towards me. I remembered the meaning immediately. Alucinaciones was a Spanish word. A Spanish word for hallucinations.

19 LENA The office was sterile. Too clean. The air reeked of antiseptic, but underneath it, I could smell something else—old paper, faint cologne, something bitter and chemical. Dr. Halverson watched me from behind his desk, his fingers steepled, his expression unreadable. “Hallucinations can be extremely vivid,” he said calmly. “They can feel real.” I clenched my hands together to keep them from shaking. “This wasn’t a hallucination.” His eyes flickered with something I couldn’t name.

I cut in and he promptly stopped talking, “Is it just me, or do you happen to have a twin, dressed exactly like you, who’s standing in this room with us at this very moment?” Lucas’ face hardened instantly and he turned to leave. “I’m going to get the doctor. He mentioned you might experience hallucinations for a little while.” “Wait.” I said and he stopped walking.“Hallucinations?” I looked from one Lucas to the other, fascinated by how every movement, every facial expression was exactly the same. “What hallucinations?” “Side effects of the poison you ingested.” He said, his gaze boring into mine

But sometimes clarity comes with emptiness. When there’s nothing left to distract you, you start seeing things for what they are. Or what they’re meant to be. Day nineteen. The light never changed. It hummed constantly, indifferent. My body couldn’t tell the difference between sleep and waking anymore. Dreams bled into consciousness. Reality slipped at the edges. By day twenty, the hallucinations came. Subtle at first. Footsteps that never stopped at my door. Whispers with no source. Laughter. Sweet sometimes.

But as the deeply lethal, highly toxic delirium completely overwhelmed his entirely shattered nervous system, a profound, entirely unexpected hallucination violently exploded completely into his highly exhausted, failing brain. It wasn't the terrifying, razor-sharp thorn bushes or Kiara's flawless, merciless face violently taunting him. It was the heavily cramped, incredibly hot kitchen of their tiny, dilapidated Mumbai slum. The sweet, incredibly warm aroma of cheap, burning spices violently replaced the putrid, foul-smelling stench of the raw sewage sludge. He explicitly saw his mother, standing entirely flawlessly in her faded, cheap cotton sari, her warm, gentle hands actively serving hi