I Have Pretended To Be Mentally Novels & Stories

“Excuse me?” I flinched. “Not you, I mean, yes, you, but not in a bad way. You know what? Forget it.” I turned around, pretending to rearrange a nonexistent vase on the counter. “Penalty?” I hissed again. “What kind of penalty?” I groaned. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Fine!” I whispered, clutching my head. “Fine, I’ll do it!” Dream looked utterly lost. “Do what?” My brain scrambled for something remotely believable. “Uh... meditate?”

Making sure I didn't break the rules, making sure I did what I was told to do, making sure I kept quiet, making sure I pretended when they wanted me to. I was good at pretending. Always have been. Like right now as I pretended to walk perfectly fine with a sprained ankle, bruises and cuts on my back, arms and a harmless, perfectly reserved, stoic face devoid of any emotions. I'd give myself that. I was good at pretending. Sometimes if I tried enough, just hard enough...I could even pretend that I wasn't here. A deep sigh closed eyes and I could pretend. The voices died down around me as I breathed and let myself breathe as deeply as I could. Feeling the chill cocoon, hold me in its prickling

I tried to sound belligerent so I wouldn't have to deal with her anger. Then, I pretended to see apparitions that weren't there. I acted like I was talking to someone invisible. I pretended to pass out after whining about Ashina not loving me and me looking too hideous. I slammed my head down on the desk pretending to pass out. I didn't mean to cause my own injury when I hit my head on the desk. At this point, I expected Ashina to leave me alone in my misery, but she came over to me anyways. I peeked out to see why her footsteps were getting closer, then closed my eyes to not alert her.

“You don't only act reckless, you also talk without common sense.” “At least I don't pretend to be someone I'm not,” he spat. That hit harder than it should have. “Pretend?” I asked, taking a step closer to him. “Yes,” he said, his voice dropping but not losing its edge. “You pretend you’re in control. You pretend you’re smarter than everyone else. But the moment something real happens, you fold.” “I hate it when you talk like you know me.” “I know enough.” “No, you don’t.”

He just doesn't know it because I've been pretending to be someone else for years. "I'm fine," I repeat for the third time. "You're not fine. You just took five pills of something—" "It's nothing. Just energy supplements. Pre-workout shit." "—and you're playing like you want to put someone in the hospital." "Maybe I do," I mutter. "What was that?" I look up at him finally, and whatever he sees in my face makes him take a step back. Good. He should be scared. "I said maybe I do," I repeat, louder this time. "Maybe I'm sick of pretending everything's perfect when it's not. Maybe I'm tired of being your star player who smiles and nods and does exactly what he's told."

“How are you surviving?” He chuckles, rubbing his jaw like he’s genuinely considering it. “Barely. But I think I’m managing because I know something you don’t” I fold my arms, intrigued despite myself. “Yeah? And what’s that?” He smirks. “I know you’re just as crazy as me.” I let out a dry laugh. “Oh, I know I’m crazy. That’s not new information, Rich.” “No, no, no.” He waves a finger. “See, most people pretend. They tell themselves they’re normal, that they’ve got everything under control. But you?” He grins wider. “You don’t even try to lie to yourself.”

Most of the company's contracts were even retracted. My name and photos were used by others to slander me hurtfully. Just as the internet got heated with this discussion, Ivana suddenly appeared teary-faced. She shared a video that declared her real identity. "I'm Summer Lang's best friend. My name is… Summer Lang said she didn't want her husband and son anymore, so she approached me." Ivana paused, her eyes growing even redder. She covered her face while sobbing. "She threatened me with her parents' money and paid me a hundred thousand dollars to seduce her husband! Summer pretended to be blind in order to successfully catch her husband cheating…"

But that other deep and dangerous feeling. >>> I survived my own mind this morning. As usual. Besides pretending to others, I'm also good at pretending to myself. Making suggestions to my own mind that it didn't happen. That my sister's fiancé hadn't just kissed me in the car, and told me to confess what we did on that fucking night.

On hearing her anxiousness, my eyes narrowed comfortably. “Aunty, remember you ask me to find out information about that lady. Well…Adams somehow found out about it and he tore it and even sent me out of his house when I told him he can’t date someone who has a chronic mental illness—Oops!” I feign surprise, “Did I just tell you?! Oh my goodness! Adams will kill me when he finds out!” I feign crying and hiccups. “What?! Mental illness?! You mean the lady is a crazy person?!” She asked and I nodded proudly.

Jake said with a broken voice. I will pretend like I know nothing. I need to find out who Jake is referring to. I opened my eyes gradually and I pretended to have a headache. “Oh shit, my head hurts". I said and pretended to be having a migraine. “Since you are awake, you can leave". Jake stood up immediately as he resumed his cold demeanor. “What happened to me?". I asked him in a pretense that I didn't know. “If you can't recall what happened to you, then it's none of my business”. He said with a nonchalant attitude.