Paranoia Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But either way, giving in to panic wasn’t going to help anyone. I forced myself to relax into the chair. Smoothed out my expression. Took a slow sip of my cappuccino. “You okay?” Trevor asked, glancing up nervously from his cup. “Yeah,” I said smoothly. “Just… thinking.” He nodded, too distracted to dig deeper. His fingers trembled as he lifted the mug to his lips. I shifted slightly in my seat, just enough to keep the old man in my peripheral. He still hadn’t moved. My thoughts raced. If he’s watching us, is he alone? Is there someone else outside? A car parked down the block? Backup? Cameras? It was the kind of paranoia that would eat most people alive, but for me, it just made me sharper.

In utter disbelief, I sat up in my bed and thought I could see a faint movement in the darkness near his bed. “Have you gone mad?” I asked incredulously, my heart racing. “Since when did you become suspicious and paranoid like this?” “How would I know? I'm amnesic, or did you forget?” he retorted in a sharp tone. I frowned in annoyance. “Your ego is really amazing,” I said. “Do you think I'm going to spend a lot of time, energy, and money just to mess with you? And trick you into saying that you're an idol, when you're not?”

After everyone at the hospital dismissed him and told him he hallucinated the woman who later attacked him, I've thrown the same accusation in his face. "Mars—" His throat bobs. "I am paranoid," he rasps, and my stomach churns. He looks down at his unsteady hands. "I check exits when I walk into rooms. I memorize license plates. I wake up reaching for weapons that aren't there." His mouth twists without humor. "I don't like strangers standing behind me. I don't trust doctors. I don't sleep properly unless you're beside me." "Mars, I didn't mean—" "You did."

“What is wrong with you? You’ve been like that for a week. Did something happen back on the last day of the orientation?” “No. Nothing happened” “Then, are you not feeling well? You looked paler than usual these days,” she says. God, I wish I could tell her. I wish I could tell someone and ask for help, but I’m getting paranoid with each passing day. The scene from that night at the park is still fresh in my mind, not wanting to be forgotten like it was a living threat. His words in an eerie voice keeps ringing in my ear, and I kept getting anxious.

“Then trust your gut, Elena. It’s a powerful thing. It’s led you through worse.” I swallowed hard, feeling a lump rise in my throat. “I just… I don’t want to be paranoid. But something’s wrong. I can feel it.” Mari gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Paranoia is fear without cause. But you, my dear, have cause. Be careful. People who act too nice are often the ones you need to watch the most.” I thanked her quietly, gave her a brief hug, and left the room with a storm brewing in my chest.

“Not again Shan, stop it with all these make-believe stories in your head…” “I…” “Please you’re just being paranoid, I’m done with this conversation.”

I never told anyone this because I wanted to erase it from my memory. Looking over my shoulder slightly before getting in the car, all of a sudden, I felt eyes on me. Shuttering, I put the car into drive. “ Girl, you can't let paranoia get the best of you,” I reassured myself. I made it to the office with no problem, which was good. Even when I was busy, my brain still didn't shut down. From time to time, I would stop to think if Parker or Noah was capable, and each time, I would get more confused because when someone is desperate, they will do anything. I can't put anything past anyone.

He shakes his head, shutting me out. “You could be with them,” he says, his voice twisted and strange. “I’m not. You know I’m not,” I say. “I’m only on your side.” “That’s what they all will say.” He looks at me again, and his eyes are wild, flashing red. His paranoia is growing worse, and I have no idea how to reach him.

"You have no idea how it feels to be surrounded by people who are searching for your weakness. to worry about someone stabbing you in the back every day. His remarks were more impactful than I had anticipated, and I was unable to respond. We just stood there looking at each other for a while. The silence was too loud, the room too small. I broke the impasse by saying, "You don't trust me. Alright. However, don't count on me to remain and shoulder the guilt for your paranoia.” I started to walk away, but his voice interrupted me. "I have no faith in anyone," he said. “Not anymore.” I hesitated, glancing back at him. He looked... tired. Not physically, but in a way that ran deeper. Like the we

I am not sure of my suspicions, but I can not trust any of these people. Besides, they will think I am crazy if I mention that someone was right outside my window. It is not the first time people labeled me as crazy when I tried to get help in the past. So I just clear my throat and wipe the tears on my face. "There is a camera in the ceiling lamp." I say tiredly. "I have a bad case of paranoia, so when I realized the camera was there, it triggered my panic attack and I could not stop screaming." I do not mention anything else.