Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

No matter what the rumours were, I just needed the party to be fun. “Leave it,” I said, stepping back. The boys immediately dropped their arms, one of them rolling his shoulders with a groan. “You’re insane, you know that?” “You want insane? Go ahead, help the backyard.” He groaned. “But-” I gave him a look which made him groan and turn around towards the backyard. Perfection was not insanity. It was controlled. And control was the only thing that kept nights like these from spiraling into chaos. at least on the surface.

"Not when I'm this close to losing control. Not when I'm hanging on a rope that's thinner than your fucking underwear." Her breath catches. I see the flicker in her eyes, the way her legs moves, squeezing together like she's trying to suppress what's already flooding through her. Fuck. Fuck and Fuck. She's making me loose my sanity. Loose my mind. Losse every bit of my self. I fucking don't know what I want anymore. I'm fuckimg loosing control... And I hate this. Control. It's the only thing that's ever made sense to me.The tight grip, the sharp edges, the power of restraint. It's how I've survived, how I've ruled, how I've kept myself from falling apart.

For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me. "Yeah. Afraid so." "Then what is it?" I whispered. Somehow, I knew what he was going to say. "Eventually, we all go insane." There. He'd said it. I was a psycho. I could feel the truth of his words. I'd rather die than go insane. "Is there a cure?" My voice wobbled. "No. Afraid not. But there used to be a certain individual who could temper it, kind of take the edge off, so to speak. Unfortunately, she ran away."

“She’s not gone yet. You can still save her.” Liam knelt beside him, his hands trembling. The man before him was a shadow of the ruthless businessman he’d once been, eyes hollow, hair streaked with gray, body trembling from years of captivity. But in those eyes, even through the fog of pain, there was fire. “I’m not leaving you here,” Liam said, voice thick with conviction. “We’re both walking out.” His father gave a ghost of a smile. “You always had your mother’s stubborn heart.” His hand, weak but deliberate, pressed something into Liam’s palm, a microchip. “This will unlock the control room. The failsafe is there. Destroy it, and you destroy her.”

“How could you want me to—” For the first time, desperation tainted his voice, and the sound of it coming from someone so indomitable cracked me in two. “Ophelia, I’m losing my mind. I can’t tell my thoughts from the voices anymore. I can feel my fingers starting to twitch like—like I can’t control them. Soon I won’t be able to control any part of my body. Soon I’ll attack even you. That’s why you need to do it.” His lower lip trembled. “I can’t go that far. Don’t let me cross that line.”

She responds to it, Not just the words, not just the tone, the control. I don’t think she even realizes it, but I see it. The way her pupils dilate, how she focuses only on me when I grip her throat and order her to calm the fuck down. Like the chaos in her head is too much, but the second someone takes the choice away. The second someone makes her submit, it’s like a fucking reset button. That’s not normal, Not for someone who’s supposed to be on mood stabilizers and not for someone who’s supposed to be in control of her own mind.

End of Sapphire Brown End of a mistake that could not be erased And could only be torn and thrown out like it was originally not there. End of her sanity with her body lying on a hospital bed with tears flowing down her cheeks...screams dying down after all futile attempts for help and eyes closed down fighting their own battle unknown to the world. Unknown to him. .................................................... I tried Andro... I tried.... But your Saph has lost... Lost the battle with herself... They say mind is your strongest muscle.. Learn to control it or it will control you... Today I lost my battle... Now he controls me...

I thought that was how we were going to pass the days between my numbness and her madness, until Henry came looking for me one day. "Wil, you're so disgusting." Henry looked at me with malice in the garden. "You obviously don't love Jessica, so why are you still keeping her to yourself? Look at what she has become. You've driven her insane!" I simply trimmed the branches and gently replied, "That was her choice." "Heh. Just you wait." Henry let out a cold laugh. "You won't have the right to stay by her side anymore soon." I did not know what he meant, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I had not expected him to be that vicious, however.

He recognized the irony: he, the master of control, was now being controlled by a single, illicit moment. He ran a hand through his hair again, the gesture more a habit than an attempt to clear his mind. The static noise in his head had not subsided; if anything, it had intensified, a constant hum of unanswered questions and unsettling desires. He was no longer just curious; he was captivated, drawn into a labyrinth of emotions he had long suppressed.

"I... I can't breathe." He didn't stop. His grip on my wrist was bruising, a desperate iron shackle that anchored me to his world. "Hindi tayo titigil, Ivy. Hinding-hindi kita bibitawan. Hahanapin nila tayo, and I will burn this entire island to ash before I let them touch you." His eyes were no longer the hazel of the man who loved me; they were the dark, obsessive pits of a man who had lost his mind to the need for control. We weren't just running from the Sovereigns; we were running from the reality that we were nothing but experiments.