I Have Pretended To Be Mentally Novels & Stories

How could we? I turned on the faucet and drank about a gallon of water right from the tap, rinsed my mouth and washed my face. I looked like Frankenstein's bride from the old black-and-white film. My eyes looked frightening, as wide as Elsa Lanch- ester's were in that movie. I wanted to pretend this wasn't happening, but I knew I couldn't. Those are the thoughts of a child, and I'm not a child! I'm turn- ing twenty-five in two months. How could a person make so many mistakes in twenty-five years?

It's funny how sometimes you can just make up your mind to do something and it changes your whole outlook on life. As she walked down the street, she reflected on what happened in the hotel. She stopped and stared at the sky watching the birds flying. It occurs to her that she might have made a big mistake by going into this fake marriage and this might affect her entire life. Callie wondered if Xander truly loved her or if he was pretending, the thought sunk deep inside her as glanced at the store by the roadside and saw herself through the glass door, she noticed her look had changed since she was secretly married, enough to have her photo taken as a model, her makeup had changed, and her

Mom am not insane,it the truth vampire are real it bit me and drank my blood see,see ( showing her are neck ) Alex shut up,just shut up you are mental,am sorry but you will be going to the mental institution this evening,I just have to sign my signature Mom you can't do this am your child,your baby girl,your little princess And you are till are,you are till are (crying)am sorry forgive me Mom ,mom That night I was taking to a mental institution THE NEXT DAY ok everyone get up,hey you girl get up I got up what will I do this is my life now Hey everyone,time for your breakfast I walk like everyone,eat like them until bully came Hey bitch what you eating Look like a mad man just call a mad girl

“ But I thought it was a murderer, his fingerprints fought with yours, you were aggressive and confessed... was all that an act?" “ If there's one thing I know how to do, it's pretend... I've done this my whole life, pretending to be someone I wasn't..." “why are you telling me this?" “ Because I know you're not crazy, we're both in the same situation... pretending." “ And what are you going to do? Are you going to report me?" “ No, it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter what you are or aren't... No one will believe you. Just like it happened to me."

"It's ok Damie, some days are like that, but you still have to come to school tomorrow. Right?" She advised. She now noticed that her plan will yield great profit because of the way I reacted knowing that I won't be participating in the swimming competition, little did she know that I was only pretending. Well, one of my areas of competence is pretence. Hahaha, don't mind me, it's only my protection mechanism. "Well... I'll come, I just feel bad about how great I have lost out for missing school today, I promise I'll never miss school no matter how unhealthy I might feel."

Lana's POV In my entire years of living, I never thought a day would come when I’d be forced to stand in a room full of flashing lights and lie to the world about a man. And practically one day who seems to be messing with my mental health and practically believes he has bought my life. I kept that smiling face from the moment I stepped out of my room. He didn't have to know something bothered me. If I need to pretend to get to the end of all this I would.

Those kind eyes of his suddenly didn’t look as kind anymore. The man standing in front of me was a fake who knew how to play his cards right. He had often pretended to be stupid—but now I knew better than that. He was a monster. I had to keep it together. I had to appear as normal as possible. “H-hey, are you all sobered up?” I planted a fake smile on my lips. I could feel my lips trembling, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop it. He scared me. “Something like that.” Panther chuckled, observing me. “What’s wrong—“

My thoughts were killing and consuming me at the same time snf at this point, I felt it was better to let them take me. “How about a fake pregnancy?” I suddenly muttered before realizing it. “What?” She turned to me, wide-eyed. “I mean, I…I thought that maybe a fake, probably prosthetic pregnancy would work.” I added, suddenly feeling bright again. “How is that supposed to work?” She asked cluelessly and I felt so happy at the juxtaposition.

I lose myself in it, in him, and believe—even if it’s for a second—that all of this is real and let him chase the last shred of doubt from my mind. Cheers erupt from the crowd. Someone whistles, inciting more laughs and clapping. I can forget that this group is full of gun-wielding soldiers. I can even forget that none of my friends or family are aware of what I’ve done. But I didn’t do anything. This is all pretend. Right?

And honestly, I tried to do that and it's not working. In fact it's it is the worst thing one could ever do to themselves. And I've tried that over and over again. And I've realized that I'm just a blessing. “I'm not supposed to wait for someone to realize that.” I mean, it's good enough to see just like you said everyone believes in me. They think I'm some kind of powerful person who is capable of protecting everyone. Yeah, and even when I'm not. I've decided to stop pretending like I am. I'm going to pretend like I've got this under control. I'm going to pretend like I know what I'm doing until I know what I'm doing.