Romans & histoires Inanimate Insanity

“Call me a monster again. I am a monster. I am the monster who will burn the world down for the man I love. While you rot in here for stealing cars or selling pussy, I will find a way out. And when I do… Cecilia Bright will finally die. Slowly. Painfully. Begging. And Adrian will finally be mine.” She shoved the woman back against the bunk with contempt and stepped away, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off dirt. The skinny inmate on the top bunk whispered to her neighbor, voice trembling slightly, “She’s actually insane… like, serial killer insane.” Isabel heard it. She turned and smiled sweetly at the woman.

My mouth parted slightly in disbelief, his statement sank in. I shook my head slowly, with my mind still reeling. “You’re insane.” His eyes widened, darting around briefly before locking back onto mine. Then came that laugh. It wasn’t the kind of laugh that brought comfort. It was dark and chilling and almost as if it were pulled straight from hell. “What’s wrong with that? Of course, I’m insane,” he said, his voice dipping lower and more controlled. “But you’d get everything you’ve ever wanted, wouldn’t you, Jenny?”

She didn't say a single word. Cole's eyes stung when his assistant sent him the photos of Joanna being abused. Her body was covered in wounds, and she had also been diagnosed with a mental disorder. He could imagine all the suffering she was forced to endure in the mental hospital over the last five years. "I had no idea that you were such a heartless woman, Natalie Jackman!" Tears streamed down Natalie's face as she backed away in fear. "You have to help me, Cole. I can't be reported. Besides, Andy refuses to leave me, too."

“They go insane.” Nate blinks, slowly turning to look at me. I feel it already. That restless pull, that gnawing ache. The one that started the second I woke up. It’s still there, crawling beneath my skin like fire under glass. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. Luca sees it on my face. “That insanity,” he continues, “is either going to drive them toward each other—because eventually, it’ll become unbearable—or…” He hesitates for a moment before he adds, “Or they’ll end up dead.”

I ask. “Wait – why is there bruising?” Tom asks the doctors. No matter how rough Tom gets, there’s very rarely any physical evidence of it. “I’ve told you, your wife is insatiable—” Dr. Hogan starts but he’s quickly cut off by Tom. “Didn't you tell me my wife is almost completely insane?! Why would you leave her unsupervised?” Tom shouts. Dr. Hogan stammers, seemingly lost for words. Finally, he says, “we watch her. There are always cracks – moments when our backs are turned. Your wife’s unwell, but she’s not a danger to herself. We occasionally do have more urgent patients.”

"What the hell? What did she do in there? Why does it stink so badly?" Marcus frowned hard. Fighting his nausea, he switched on the greenhouse lights. My body lay curled on the ground, completely unresponsive. "What are you playing at, Bianca? Get up now!" Marcus roared. He thought I was retaliating by doing something revolting to express my dissatisfaction toward them. My soul stood right beside him. I watched as his face grew more furious at my silence and thought what a tragedy this was. Mackenzie pinched her nose and cast a look of repugnance before letting out an exaggerated scream. "Oh my god! How repulsive! Did she mess with the pesticides in here? That's so dangerous!"

James. Chloe and Dwayne walked into my office after Paul and I had finished discussing, and I noticed Dwayne was exhausted, but my sister had no mark on her neck. "That was sick," Dwayne said to me, and I could not smile because that would be insensitive to do after having a sensitive discussion with Paul. "What was sick?" Paul asked him with a half smile. "The bastard wouldn't do what we requested, so James came up with the bright idea of skinning his third leg with silver," he said, and Paul widened his eyes and looked at me.

I mounted on it, a little bit comfortable at first but fine, and started to hold tightly. “So it goes…” I mumbled it to myself and started to fly it in the air. “W-Woahhhh… bloody hell! Aahhhh!!!!” I almost puked when the broom suddenly went faster to pierce through the sky. I never expected that if I react impulsively, it would go faster! Because of anxiety and fear, the broom would go sideways and up and down like it was playing with me. Okay! Okay! Stupid Elizabeth, calm down so the broom won’t be careless! Or worse, you might fall to the ground and die!

he swayed his arm to welcome him into the bedroom. The bedroom was more like an apartment, there's a foyer, two armchairs on either side, a huge round table in the middle and there's a living room, an office desk, and chairs before the actual bedroom. When he stepped in, Pasquale observed the condition of the entire room which he thought was a direct depiction of Armand's state of mind. It was chaotic, unorganized, hysterical, and borderline psychotic. He saw the naked woman lying on his bed in the bedroom, high as a kite, white powdery substance was scattered like dust, and Armand stood naked with his thing dangling in front of him.

Nobody wants to see their loved ones this vulnerable. 🔫 Time flew by very fast. Can you believe it is Saturday already? It has been one week since she participated that petty game that she would never forget. Not in a good way, but in a bad day. If only she could erase everything in her mind, she would. I mean, who wants to remember the sight of the people dying before your eyes though? No one. Except ofcourse if that person is mentally ill, then they would want to remember it.