Out Of My Mind Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Births and deaths compressed into fractions of seconds, love stories ending badly, battles turning on single moments, children crying in rooms where no one came, laughter at tables surrounded by warmth, all of it pouring into me at once, filling every available space behind my eyes, between my thoughts, in the parts of my mind that I had always understood to be mine. This was not mine. This was everything. My body locked. I felt my grip on the book tighten and understood distantly that I couldn’t have let go even if I’d wanted to, not because something was holding me, but because the part of my brain that sends the signal to release a hand had been entirely drowned out. My fingers were white

***Patricia*** My mental health is hanging by a thread. I’m barely holding it together, yet here I am, trying to advise my best friend, Hyacinth, who’s even more unstable than I am. The weight of her daily trauma makes my struggles feel almost trivial in comparison. Just this morning, I was lost in the fantasy world of my ebook, a temporary escape from reality. Now? My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, conjuring up countless scenarios of how to catch the bastard who’s been tormenting us. I imagine shoving his face into a cloud of pollen, watching him suffer as Hyacinth has suffered. The thought brings me a twisted sense of satisfaction.

All the heat, all the desire, vanished as if doused by a bucket of ice water. "Don't be ridiculous," he said stiffly, turning his back to me. "She's a subordinate. How would I know? I'm exhausted. Let's sleep." Hearing his breathing even out almost instantly, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to frost. That was it. The moment I mentioned the Omega and her child, he couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore. I waited until he was sound asleep, then slipped out of bed and went to the "Eye of the Moon," a secret chamber in the pack's sacred grounds.

He wasn't there and the desk was empty, yet something in me lurched at the sight. ‘What was wrong with me?' I swallowed, looking away to center my thoughts. The books. Right. Plopping onto the soft surface, I looked properly at the books I acquired, ready to clear my mind. I let myself get drowned in the mass of words that came meaninglessly. The first book I read was some kind of fantasy romance adventure. One which entailed a woman who had to run away from her home and found herself another family in the form of two siblings and another pack. It was strange to say the least, but it kept my mind momentarily distracted.

’ — my mind was covered with the knowledge of every thing regarding savage beasts. “Just what is this?” It was too amazing to be real. I touched another book that said, “Savage Beasts and the Phantom Dynasty.” A second later, the same thing happened. And despite the fact that I took in these knowledge in split-seconds, my mind was not perturbed in the least. ‘Incredible!’

Laura finally left me alone with my book. I love my books, where I could escape from my reality into another world of people's minds. Sometimes I would think, that was my therapy. I would feel better in the inside minds of brilliant authors. Lost in fictions of heroes, knights, and kingdoms where all led up to bravery, strength, and persistence. I would get lost, and caught up in the story and found out another day had gone by, and the sky was getting darker.

It was clear that the memory of the seventeen-year-old Ryan grabbing the knife with his bare hands and getting injured had transferred into his brain, leaving a scar on his palm. "How is this possible? Why do I have this memory?" Ryan's eyes bulged in fury. His veins stood out on his neck. He looked as though he was on the brink of madness. The shock and confusion overwhelmed him. "Ryan, what's happening to you?" Emily grabbed his arm. Her eyes were wide with concern. Then, her gaze quickly turned to me with disdain. She must have thought it was me who caused this. Slowly, I began to recover from the shock I had been in.

she declared. I couldn't help but flash a shy smile, silently giving her credit in my heart. 'At least she's got good taste.' Her face lit up with joy, and she laughed happily. 'No wonder you're the kind of woman who always books the top male models at the club!' I exclaimed in my mind. The air around us grew noticeably tense, as if everyone was holding their breath. 'She has the guts to book them but not to follow through. Every time, she just ends up playing poker with them in bed till morning!' I laughed silently.

And now you are blaming me for watching people die? Matt's exposed eyes filled with panic. He tried hard to move his eyes before saying, "But later, when her skin rotted, you still gave her the salve. That means you're still kind, so this time, you can..." "I'm not that stupid this time." I cut him off with a sneer. "I saved her with the ointment that time, but her skin was already beyond saving. She blamed everything on me, then killed me with sulfuric acid. Do you really think I would be stupid enough to do it again and hurt myself a second time?"

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.