My Brain Trembles Novels & Stories

My legs tremble, my hands shake, but I don’t stop. Goddamn that man!

“But you know the funniest thing, my friend? I just decided that I no longer need your services.” Another bang that deafens me, another shot. And the shock haunts me in such a way that I start to tremble compulsively, desperate and distressed. Even when I try to control myself so as not to draw attention, my feet that rest on the tracks tremble at an absurd speed. I swallow the cry and force air into my lungs, still covering my mouth with trembling hands. The tremor in my body becomes more intense, uncontrollable. The shock gives way to understanding in a matter of moments, and I suddenly turn my head to the left, where the light of the subway headlights run at full speed to meet me.

“Is there a curse or a sickness that causes trembling in the muscles and a racing heart? In addition, loss of appetite and a mind always in the air, intensive thinking, unwanted attraction, the need to possess something or someone, awareness over your simplest actions and doing the best to stay in the best…” “Wait a minute… What kind of sickness is this? I thought maybe you caught a cold if you kept it at trembling and racing heart but it isn’t the case. Is this why you were buried in the library?” I nodded and he burst to a laugh. “I thought you had more important matters to attend to. Are you lazing? I bet it’s the case.” “I didn’t expect you to give me an answer, moron. I was talking to m

But I shook it off. Just as I was about to drink from the bottle of water, a tremor ran throughout my body. My hand shook, and the bottle dropped to the ground, sending a sound through the room. I let out a pained groan, my feet staggering back, my hand clutching my chest. My vision was going double. “Uhhh, guys, I think there’s something wrong with me,” I said in a pained voice. I didn’t hear any sound, so I turned to them slowly, as the tremor in my body could allow me to. A spike of pain vibrated through me, and this time, I let out a small scream.

By midday, the headache has settled behind my eyes, dull and persistent, and I realize I haven’t eaten anything because the thought of food still makes my stomach turn. Ben notices. He always does. “You’re shaking again,” he says, low enough that no one else hears. “I’m fine,” I lie, even as my hands tremble faintly where they rest on the table. He doesn’t call me out. He just says, “Come with me,” and waits until I do. Back in my quarters, the quiet feels oppressive instead of restful. I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at my hands, flexing my fingers slowly, watching the tremor fade and then return, like my body can’t decide which state it wants to settle into.

I gave a short smile that quickly faded. “Your left hand is shaking,” Seth pointed out. I looked at my hand tremor, which didn’t stop despite feeling relaxed. “I have it when I am worried about something,” I explained, using my right hand to hold it down, but it still remained the same. Seth, without my permission, stretched his right arm to reach the back of the seat where I sat as I held on to the part of the hand that was shaking. “Can I?” Seth requested it finally, even though there was no use since he was brazen enough to go ahead without seeking my approval.

My body shook so hard my teeth rattled. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Shadows move even when nothing is there. The floor creaks like footsteps even when I’m alone. My own heartbeat sounds like a drum of warning in my ears. I hold my head and whisper to myself again and again: “Not crazy. Not crazy. Not crazy.” But the truth is, I think I am. I haven’t slept in days. My body trembles constantly now. My hands shake even when I hold them still. My mind feels sharp and broken at the same time, like shattered glass. Everyone is my enemy. Even Leo. Even Lucas. Even myself.

Following that, his constant shaking was fading. He had long been accustomed to the strong involuntary tremor because of his disease. However, he could barely react even when his tremor slowed down significantly. Moreover, everything and everyone around him was motionless. He couldn’t find a suitable reference to judge if his shaking had lessened, or if his senses had slowed. He wasn’t the only one confused. Everyone else was equally puzzled. They saw the tycoon’s tremor visibly fading at once, but they couldn’t confirm their judgement. Many were unsure if they saw things wrongly.

My hair was a curl green, and a heavy makeover. Before we got down, I fished out my drugs from my little bag and a bottle of water, gulping it down my throat. It’s helps in calming my nerves and steady breathing when I feel shaking or uncomfortable. It’s had become a habit for over seven years. My body tempts to tremble and over sensitive with touches.(Truman). Hunter’s gaze lingered on me as we got out of the van. “On second thought,” he said low, “are you going to seduce that criminal or me?”

For real. I slump against the closed door of my bedroom, my back against the smooth wood. My legs tremble, but it's not fatigue. It's electricity. A pure current running under my skin, making every muscle twitch. I look at my hands. They're trembling too. I clench them into fists. It's been a whole day since I've heard from him.