Romans & histoires Loucura

"You need help" With the back of his hand, he slapped me again and I could taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth. Sebastian shoved my head into the wall. The pain was unbearable, too much. Constantly he repeated. "Mine. Miss Luca you ate mine" It could not be disputed, Sebastian Monteiro was not a sane man. It was as though the large portions of alcoholic beverages he consumed was commencing to seep into his brain - driving him to madness. The bipolar disorder maybe? The condition was possible as I had observed Even before today how easily his mood changed. Many a time from calmness to anger. I however, crossed out that possibility. He was not bipolar, he was a damn insane bastard.

SURREAL. Having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre, dreamlike, or fantastic; seemingly detached from reality. Anna’s life had fractured into two distinct realities: the private, intense, and ethically questionable relationship with Dylan, and the public, professional role as the director’s "girlfriend." Returning to work, she found herself inhabiting a dreamlike world where her identity as a dedicated doctor was now overshadowed by her celebrity status, making every interaction feel bizarre and detached from the professional life she once knew.

Fuck! Rafe cursed at his own mind which seemed to have the control to make fun of him. Doctor Liberton once said that it was one of the symptoms of his bipolar episode. He seemed to have someone else in his body who controlled his mind. Sometimes he felt he couldn't control his mind and body because he was influenced by other thoughts that seemed to come from other people. That's why he couldn't let this continue. He had to stop his own mind from constantly making fun of himself, before he actually turned into someone else he didn't recognize.

“Luca, look at me. You’re not crazy. Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” His eyes darted around, restless and sharp. “He’s got a name,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “Amarok. He’s… he’s real. I’m not losing it.” He dragged a hand down his face. “Fuck, I’m going mad, aren’t I?”

"If he were tried for his crimes, he would be tried for treason, among other things, and the sentence for that is death" Kimberly looked horrified. "Wouldn't he be found not guilty due to manipulation or insanity or something?". I speak up as I can tell none of them understands. "That's not the problem, Kimberly. I'm not sure any of you understand the main problem here". Everyone stops and turns to me with a look of confusion. I try to explain. "Does anyone know where the word Lunatic comes from?". Willow, of course, knows the answer. "Yeah. They noticed certain people with mental health disorders became more agitated when there was a full moon. Lunatic or Lunacy means Moon Sickness in Latin

She looked fragile, almost doll-like, broken in ways words couldn’t capture. Aariz had fallen asleep on the couch in the other room, the bitter smell of alcohol and cigarettes still clinging to him. His head pounded, but the ache in his chest was far worse. He woke with a start, flashes of her tearful eyes and trembling pleas haunting him like shards of glass in his mind.

As she turns four rogues step into the mouth of the alley, as iI turn I see another four had blocked off the other end, Acre starts laughing "Why are you laughing?" Lanna asks confused "Well because I would say that we are well and truly fucked" "Yes I would say your right, you are most defiantly trapped or as you call it, Fucked" one of the rogues laugh.

It's been two weeks since I stopped going to work. I'm depressed, stressed, frustrated, and all the negativity. I can't imagine marrying a stranger. We just had a one-night stand. What the hell? Still, my brain won't agree with it. Struggling but doesn't have any choice. My room was a mess like my life. I didn't bathe for three days, wearing the same clothes and disoriented. Anna has called me several times, yet it didn't bother me.

After taking my bath,I dressed up and boarded a cab which took me to the hospital. I was able to Locate Lorenzo's ward with the help of the nurses. When I got there,he had woken up and the doctor was checking him. I greeted the doctor who turned towards me. "Are you the lady I spoke with on the phone?"he asked and I nodded. "How is he doing?"I questioned. "He is already conscious as you can see but we have a problem"he said to me. "Which problem?"I questioned. "From the examinations and his behavior,I think his brain is damaged somehow which is the reason why he is just staring and not talking.We have to monitor him closely and try our best to save him because there is a possibility that he