Inside Out Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Hoop Dreams I knew my ability to hear the thoughts of other people was growing when I heard that next voice. One morning, it just came to me and it was like I was inside his head, seeing what he saw and feeling what he felt. It went on for so long, I couldn’t stop it, so I stayed in bed and made an excuse with Mum. You see, Alisa had still been recovering from her facial injuries and her boyfriend, Terry just happened to be one of the best basketball players in Chinese high school history, I only knew that because his so-called best friend was also on the team. This what I heard:

I still can’t accept the fact that I am sick, horrible sick, mentally. Trying to distract myself, I tried checking things on social media. It only made me feel worse. My face is all over it with a lot of memes and everything. People hate me so much that they want me dead. It’s devastating. I closed everything after seeing so much and tried watching some movies. I fell asleep without me knowing and woke up hungry. My eyes opened slowly and was startled for someone who is inside my room, silently sitting at the side of my bed staring at me.

"Irene! Irene, you have to save us! The hospital bills are all piling up!" Cathy cried. "Isaac… He was such a dumb idiot! He and that bitch squandered nearly all of the money in the house!" Isaac stood awkwardly to the side, wringing his hands anxiously. "Irene, I know that what I did in the past was wrong… I-I promise that we'll return the money to you! Can't you just lend us the money to cover Mom's and Dad's medical bills first? They're about to be taken off their meds!"

By the time I get it halfway on, I’m sweating like I’ve run a marathon. I slump back into the wheelchair, chest heaving, frustration burning in my gut. Defeat. Again. No. Not defeat. Not today. I rub a hand over my face, force the tightness in my chest to ease. Maybe if I distract myself, it’ll help. A movie. Anything but this silence. Anything but this room that feels more and more like a cage. I scroll through the library of titles, the colours flashing past too quickly to matter. Horror, maybe? Something sharp enough to jolt me out of this fog. I don’t even bother reading the description—I just hit play.

~^~ Hours passed, and despite my best efforts to keep myself occupied, the silence grew so loud that I started to experience a menacing sensation in my stomach and a throb in my ear—I could hear every breath I took. I look out through the window, seeing the peak of the sun as the clock strikes dusk. Finally, outside, there was a sound of movement. I sprang to my feet, relieved that this unsettling silence would no longer engulf me. I hurried to the door and swung it open, hoping to see my grandparents or maybe Rhys, but the person standing there was the last person on my mind—that was if he had ever been there in the first place. I almost staggered, but I managed to keep my balance by holdin

“I certainly hope so because I’m going to need that on a regular basis. Don’t even think to deny me.” I slowly moved my head back and forth. “Never.” “Now, there’s another little something I need,” he whispered as he reached down to guide himself to my entrance. I jerked, still sensitive. “I need you.” “You have me. Every last fucking inch of me.” He slowly moved inside me, both of us savoring every inch of the invasion. I closed my eyes once again and let my body do nothing but feel. I cleared my mind, focusing on his touch and the feeling of him moving deep inside my body.

I mean, when were we ever going to use Pi on a daily basis? I walked over to my locker, twisted the combination into the lock, and popped the door open. Inside was an array of books, folders, papers, and a small calendar, all neatly organized into their little spots. A small round mirror hung on the inside of the door, revealing my head of dusty-blonde hair, tied into two loose braids that rested on my shoulders. My smooth, light skin was slightly flushed, bringing a faint pink tint to my cheeks. I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features.

My eyes fluttered open,my body aching as though it had been wrung dry. Dim light bathed the stark stone walls around me. I lay on a simple bed,the linen coarse but warm. For a moment,I thought I was dreaming,until the cold reality of my journey came crashing back. My heart pounded as I sat up,my mind racing. The fortress was nothing like I had imagined. Stark stone walls,sparsely furnished spaces,and a deafening silence painted a picture of a life lived in solitude.

(Open the door) I kept on kicking the door with my hands but now one opened to me. This is all just a big plan of making me lose my senses. I kept banging but it was all futile. I fell and rested my head on the door. There is dead silence outside. Who will help me then? No savior. I am trapped in the mind games. This is torture like no other. Feet shuffled behind me and when he spoke the voice was low and too close. “You need help and I can give you that. You should take some medicines-”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.