Inanimate Insanity Mephone 4s Novels & Stories

Or is this what pathetic looks like? Looking down at the bag in my hand I groan at myself. And why the fuck did you buy her snacks? God, are you that whipped dude? I mean sugar is a good stimulant for the brain... better than coffee in my opinion. Sigh. Let’s get this over with, the worst-case scenario is that she’s naked. At the thought, I feel my ears heat up and I mumble a string of swears before unlocking the door. Silence greets me as I enter the only noise coming from the door as it locked behind me.

I was beginning to go insane. Running my hands through my hair, I spotted my pills at the edge of the table. I had taken the day's dose but without it right now, I would become a total mess. I grabbed a bottle of water and popped a pill into my mouth. "I should call Seth, I should call Seth" I repeated over and over again as I grabbed my phone to search for his number. "Found it," I said aloud dialing the number instantly. "It's not freaking working" I screamed aloud into the phone's speaker as soon as hepickcked up. "Seth, it's not working, I'm losing my fucking mind," I continued now getting up from my chair and pacing about the room.

Crystal took the phone card of her old phone and inserted it into the iPhone Princess Plus for temporary use, and as soon as it was installed, the phone vibrated, and a text message from Serenity appeared. It said: “Crystal, Are you insane?!?!?!” Crystal: “Calm down and tell me what happened!” Serenity: “You posted a selfie with Frank on I*******m! What were you thinking?” Crystal: “What are you talking about? There isn’t a photo with Frank and me on I*******m!”

“He’s messing with my head. Torturing me. Testing me like I’m part of his personal science experiment. I thought we agreed to stay out of each other’s lives. I thought he’d fucking leave me alone.” Naomi sat beside me, her hand warm on my leg. “Dee, you’re shaking.” “I’m not okay. I don’t even know if I’m scared or... or addicted to this chaos.” I rubbed my face. “He’s in my veins, Nae. I can feel him.” She opened her mouth to respond, but my eyes caught something on the console table. A brand new phone lay there. The model was the same. Even the case. My blood turned to ice. I stood slowly and walked over to it, hands trembling. I picked it up.

Turned to look at him. Amadeus' face was set in a hard line. Wrinkles formed across his brow. Lips shrunk down to half their normal size. He looked more like a gremlin than a cover model. "We found a phone. The only phone in this entire place. Makes you wonder how everything ran so smoothly for so long. Lysander cracked it. Unlimited time. Knock yourself right out." He said. Rummaged through his pockets and produced a phone. It was one of the newest models. Had a protective casing over it. But the screensaver sent my blood boiling. A girl, no older than fourteen, strapped to a bed and bleeding. Amadeus looked at it from over my shoulder. Cursed and grabbed it away again.

He used liquor as a soporific substance. The silence of his solitude was broken by the ringing of his cell phone. He took the device with his free hand, without letting go of the glass of anise, and glanced at the caller ID, noticing a call from one of his lackeys. He pressed the green button and brought the cell phone to his ear, while bringing the glass to his mouth.

It feels like I was knocked out with enough saffron to put me out for days; what the fuck happened? I groan and try to open my eyes again; this time, I succeed, and when my eyes come into focus again, I see that I’m naked and strung up from the ceiling by heavy silver anchor chains. What the fuck? Does Andrei want a war with me this badly? “Fuck,” I groan into the empty space while trying to pull the chains from the wall. On any good day, I would have been able to rip these out without a second thought. But the fucking saffron in my system stops me.

Emily hissed with this disgust and it was at this point that I heard enough "If you two idiots want to talk about me, how about you do it to my face instead of talking shit amongst yourself and acting like two stupid cowards? You seem to have a lot to say, so say to me instead and stop being so unnecessarily loud!" I hissed in frustration, getting sick and tired of having to deal with their constant pokin g.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ving to deal with their constant poking.

Not some board member demanding deliverables. No. This is the sound of decay calling. The anonymous tip. The sealed rehab record. The truth wrapped in malice. His grip tightens around the glass. “That dumb bitch…” He mutters it quietly, like it’s not meant for anyone else. But the venom lacing his words is undeniable. He takes another sip. Slower this time. Savoring the fire. The phone rings again—now in harmony with the landline. ~RING~ ~RING~ ~RING~

Third-Person POV "What did you say?" Cole exclaimed, his voice pitching an entire octave. The joyous atmosphere immediately disappeared. The assistant handed his phone to Cole and said, "Look." Joanna was wearing a bitter smile as she sat in front of the camera. Her skin was covered in mottled bruises. She pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills from her bag and held it in front of the camera. The comments egged her on. "End your life if you have the guts. A lunatic like you will only harm yourself and others if you stay alive."