Novel & Cerita My Brain Trembles

She talks in stutters, her legs start making a movement and I could feel the tremor on my prison bed. “I think I really like you”

He straightened slightly, flexing his hand like testing something. "That's... peculiar," he said slowly, staring at his own fingers like he didn't recognize them. "The tremor. It's gone." I stared at my own hand, half-convinced I'd imagined it, some strange warm pulse that had left as quickly as it arrived. "I'm sorry, I don't—"

"Your face is pale and your hands are shaking. Is it hurting?" I looked up from the ground to look at Edim, his eyes a complex place, albeit calm. "H.. Pill, I need to take a pill. I'm going to have a seizure," I gasped. My body trembles increased, I could barely keep myself up. I thought I was going to collapse to the ground, but it didn't happen, Edim had it. I felt like I was going to die.

Elias stared at it. His fingers tightened around the edge of the table."Just one more test." He reached for the vial. His hand stopped halfway. A strange sensation moved through his arm. A tiny tremor. He frowned. He flexed his fingers. They moved normally. "Fatigue." He dismissed it. Then the tremor returned. Stronger. Elias looked at his hand.His fingers were shaking uncontrollably. "What..." The vial slipped. CRASH. Glass shattered across the floor. Elias stumbled backward. His breathing suddenly became difficult. He grabbed the edge of the table.

he murmured, not looking up. “I am holding still,” and I was holding still. I was already rigid with the effort of not moving, not flinching, not wanting. But the command layered over the old neural grooves of my childhood, and I found myself listening, steadying my breath, holding my center for him. “You’re shaking,” he said, after a moment. I hadn’t realized I was. I looked down and saw the tremor in my hands, subtle but persistent, transferring through my arms and into his grip.

It didn't work. Instead, my body began shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't seem to stop the tremors that wracked my muscles. Even if I did, they wouldn't stay still and I kept moving and bouncing off the walls until I was dizzy enough to fall over. That's when I stopped and just lay there, gasping for breath and staring up at the ceiling fan and wondering if any of it was real.