Hysteria Novels & Stories

I asked as I remembered she said something about HG. “ Ok Mr Matteo, HG is hyperemesis gravidarum. HG is like morning sickness that most pregnant women experience but it's 1000times worse than morning sickness. Miss Sophia has HG, it doesn't allow the person to keep food down without throwing up. So the person feels weak, dizzy, fatigue and loss of appetite due to not eating well. She doesn't need stress added to her current state so according to her chart that's what caused her to be unconscious.” The doctor explained everything to me. “ is she awake now? Can I go see her now?” I asked to the doctor as I was already feeling awful for everything that I did to her without even knowing what sh

She never discussed this, even with someone who’d encountered the same struggles. Years ago, an acquaintance had casually mentioned having dyscalculia. Samaire had been surprised to meet someone else who shared the same learning disability in math that she had, but she had kept quiet. She hadn’t discussed the woman’s journey or asked her about her coping strategies. So why did she feel the need to share anything with Dominic?

Feeling the car vibrate as the engine was started and she began to scream and yell for help, hysteria setting in and fear that if he took them form here, no one would know where to look for them. “Let me out!!! Let me out, you psycho, fucking stalker, sad prick of a man. Stop it…. fucking let me OUT!!!!” TangShi screamed hysterically, launching a kicking and punching attack on the metal over her head and only hurting herself and exhausting her wavering energy levels in the process. Tears blinding her and thrashing like a mad woman wand getting nowhere.

“He could just be bluffing. So far I've only received threats, but that person didn't really hurt me.” In an instant Hazel had returned to normal. She can control her emotions after experiencing hysteria in the toilet. In fact as long as Wyne faced the curious onlookers, she had been standing trembling in front of the mirror filled with the threatening scribbles of the mad terror. Staring at the reflection of her face behind the lipstick-strewn mirror, she was busy imagining herself when she was confronted directly by her terrorizer. Could it be that the terrorizer would use her blood to write those terrifying words on the mirror? Or was the terrorizer actuall

She held her hands and pushed her away. "Pagal tu nahi ho? Aise kon jhinjhoti hai?" Zoya yelled, flexing her shoulders. (Are you mad? Who shakes someone like this?) "Me pagal hon? Yeh Jo tum bhatakti aatmaon ki tarah nikal pari thi 'did you hear that' karti Hui woh? Meri jaan halaq me agaye this Chalo yahan se" Hadiya mimicked Zoya as she dragged her away from the scene. Zoya looked back once, the scene she saw and the throbbing pain she was feeling was something extraordinary. The voices were the same. She had heard them. She has heard them before in her nightmares. The woman looked familiar but she doesn't know why. Her nightmares and these voices were the cause of her panic attacks.

she hysterically replied as panic again took a control over her nerves. "Zahra relax. Relax. Nothing will happen. Hardships makes one stronger and Indeed after hardship there is ease. Please relax." he tried to calm her down but she was breathing heavily, her breathing was coming out short and rapid. A sudden sense of impeding doom covered her, her heart was beating abnormally and her whole body begin to shake and sweat profusely, she couldn't breathe, feeling a tightness in her throat along with nausea when Irtaza entered. Her heart sank looking at him and her uneven breathing increased.

**The Strange Sickness** Aria awoke to an insidious wave of weakness, a heavy fog settling over her limbs and pinning her to the bed. The world around her swayed unsettlingly, each flicker of light from the window disorienting. When she attempted to sit up, a fierce and nauseating lurch rose within her, forcing her to collapse back onto the comforting yet unyielding mattress. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, each pulse feeling like a distant drum signaling an uninvited storm.

I asked and shrugged. “No ma’am, that’s not the case. Actually, Chiara has a sickness.” Greta spilled. My eyes narrowed and darted at Chiara and then back at Greta. “ What sickness are you talking about? She obviously does not have a stroke so what is it?” I asked very eager and anxious to hear what she had to say. My eyes were itching. “No, she does not have a stroke. Chiara here has a neurological disorder which is called Hemispatial Neglect Syndrome.” She said while said while rubbing Chiara hair. Chiara clung tightly to her mother .

Grace's pov: At the end of it I was shaking badly. I don't know what's happening I'm trying but not able to control myself. Joshua left my hands and shook my shoulders "Hey hey hey Grace what's happening?" he asked in concern. But I'm not able to reply anything. It's seeming like I can't breathe and suffocating in this room. My breathing turned more heavy. Joshua was saying something but now I'm not getting it what is he saying.

“How do I know it isn’t a story your people spun to lure us in?” Hysteria isn’t pretty. I’ve never experienced it before, but I can tell you now that it exhausts you the second it creeps up. My thought process turns murky. I slip into an abyss of mind-numbing fear, my legs weighing tons and my body begins to tremble. The only thing I can comprehend is that I need to run. “No, Hailey—” Elijah curses as I turn and make a beeline across the street, right into oncoming traffic—straight into the path of a speeding truck.