Mind Break Novels & Stories

In order to convince them, she struggled to say in a hoarse voice, "Who am I? What ... what is this place?" "Poor girl..." Briley immediately bawled. "How did you break your head and forget everything? Gerald, come and take a look at her..." Gerald came over. He seemed to have some medical skills. He held a ragged medical book in his hand, flipping it through for a while. "The book says that when one breaks his head, his brain is prone to having hematoma which presses the nerves and leads to amnesia. In this case, the patient will recover in a few months or a year, so there's no need to panic."

He did not panic, did not overwhelm me. He said, "It's okay hey it's okay don't force it " but how could I not how could I just sit here and accept that I did not even know who I was. My breathing became uneven my fingers gripping the sheets tightly I whispered, "I don't know my name how is that okay?" He said, "Because it happens head injuries can do that temporary memory loss it does not mean its gone forever."

“Also, Barbie? Come on. The man thinks you’re pretty.” “He thinks I’m an annoying rookie.” “Please.” She rolled her eyes. “The grumpy ones are always the worst. They act like they hate you, then suddenly they’re completely obsessed.” [I know guys like him.] I opened my mouth to argue with her ridiculous logic, but I never got the chance. The small television screen mounted on the bulkhead in front of us suddenly flashed, cutting to a breaking news broadcast. The volume was barely a whisper, but the bold red text scrolling across the bottom of the screen grabbed both of our attention immediately.

Alexis said pouring me a cup of coffee. "Be careful baby. " Breakfast was very nice, I really ate to my utmost satisfaction. After breakfast, we all went to the movies and watched 'Dora and the lost city of gold', the movie was really nice and funny because animals were talking and that didn't make any sense but it felt like what Rosie would like. Through out the movie I felt like I was forgetting something and it kept bothering me because I hardly forgot things that are important and I felt like what I was forgetting was important. My hangover had already gone so I was really happy all day, after the movie we got ice creams and went to the park. When we got there the kids went to play then

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

sincerity and pain dripped from every word he said. "It's like time keeps moving forward, but I don't. Like the world keeps spinning and spinning, and I..." he trailed off. "Am not moving along, stuck in the same place," I finished his sentence. Mick stared at me with knowing eyes. He understood my pain, and I understood his. "Does this group... Does it really help? More than alcohol?" he asked. I wanted to be honest. It would never numb you like alcohol does, it didn't bring that kind of bliss. But it was a false happiness, and no false happiness was worth it.

“Nothing seemed to make sense so far. As I tried to piece together an improbable puzzle in my mind, the more my head throbbed with pain. It was almost impossible to attach any meaning to those riddles. Marks and mysteries, the title itself was already a riddle. I, who had gradually climbed to better positions in my career in the police, now felt like an ugly duckling and incapable of solving an apparently simple investigation. In fact, only apparently, because deep down, that race to find some meaning seemed to have no end.

This is just a sick joke. It has to be. It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

Both of us trapped in this toxic loop of guilt and pain and ruined what-ifs. Unable to move forward. Unable to let go. Just... stuck.