Mind Break Novels & Stories

Then, he looks at me and asks, “I know this might be out of place, but may I know why you broke down earlier?” “Well.” The story is already on my lips, ready to be told. I look at him and all I want is to be honest, to tell the story about my heartbreak once and for all, but I know I should be more careful. “I have been having trouble with my memory. I got into an accident before I came here, and I’m starting to remember some things in the past, particularly about someone being dismissive of me,” I say simply. “Your words somehow reminded me of what he said to me, and that made me emotional.”

My mind… fractures. Not like forgetting. Like a mirror dropped onto stone. Jagged lines spiderweb through my consciousness. Thoughts slice off mid-stream. Kieran’s face— gone, replaced by static. The smell of rain on Haven— shattered into meaningless sensation. I see double. Triple. Perspectives splitting. One part screams. Another part observes the screaming with detached curiosity. A third part is trying to remember how to breathe.

Voices crash through the mindlink all at once, loud and frantic, making my head pound even harder. “Alpha, we’re under attack!”

That’s what I have to keep believing. My head is still pounding, but my stomach is starting to feel a bit less queasy, and I’m thankful for that, too. Feeling a bit more like myself now, I try the mind-link again, but I still can’t reach anyone. Is it possible for a mind-link to be broken? A loud noise echoes through the room; it’s the sound of a metal chair scraping against a hard floor. “The bitch is awake,” the first man says.

Agony shot through my frame. My head hung back in a soundless cry; my throat was dry and hoarse from days of subjugation. I struggled to move, forcing one foot in front of the other. For his spell to have broken, Massachusetts must have encountered some harm that incapacitated him—or, more favorably, deprived him of his life. My vision glitched, objects appearing as unintelligible, blurred shapes. I shook my head to clear my sight, but it was a terrible mistake; my brain felt as though it were being assaulted by a mass of pins.

Zach, do you think I'm going crazy? At that moment, Zach's voice rang out, "If you're that miserable, then you should move out."

That was all my mind thought of. You ever experienced moments when important things you missed replay in your head like a broken record over and over again that you feel so dumb and stupid for missing that important fact and it feels like you brain will explode any moment from the fucking flashbacks?!! That right there is what I felt when the scenes played in my head.

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He eyed me suspiciously. “I am in the middle of a crisis. I just realized I can’t jack off for the next six months!” Nice save. Percy’s mouth fell open, and his pupils widened. “Oh my god. That’s what you’re worried about?” I brought my hand up and knocked on my head again. I’m getting dumber and dumber. I’m screwed. I am having a mental crisis. Oh god! Why did I wake up dumber than I already am? Okay, I’m not dumb. I’m quite smart, but dear god, I’ve gone stupid.

These questions lingered in my mind as I struggled to piece together the fragments of my past. As I stumbled through the haze of one vision to another, my mind struggled to piece together the fragmented images. Suddenly, a sharp pain in my nose jolted me back to reality. The crimson liquid flowed freely down my face, smearing my sight. The world around me began to spin and I felt as if I was trapped in a tornado of shattering glass. The ground beneath my feet crumbled and everything was getting sucked into a mysterious portal.