Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

But I caught the little trembling note in her voice. “Sofia, I can't stand to see you like this for much longer, no one else can, you're destroying yourself," she said. It was true, my actual life consisted of me going out at night aimlessly, disappearing for days and reappearing at some police station or hospital. They were afraid that one day I would reappear in the morgue. “And where would I go, Anne?” I asked bitterly and humorlessly. She looked at me longingly. - she suggested.

I whispered back to him, getting even closer to the fencing. “They know about us. They are planning to kill us off, and turn you into Alpha’s personal toy. I… I don’t know how, but I need to get the two of you out as quickly as possible.” He whispered to me while looking around to see if anyone was listening in on our conversation. “Your serious?” I asked him back, now understanding his paranoia. His paranoia was now setting off my own paranoia. “Yes.” He barked back at me. A little bit too loud as it caused others to look our way, but he was shrugging it off as if it was nothing.

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A headache started pulsating behind me eyes and I closed my eyes against the bright light urging it on. “You wanna know the best part of owning a hotel and being a leader of the AKO? Getting an inside look to supernatural's lives. You left your dream back in that hotel room. And it was then I realized you were connected to everything that destroyed me.” The guy next to me cocked the gun. “So, Elana, you need to tell us something if you want a chance of saving your arm.”

He screams tightening his hold. My vision blurs, black dots flooding my senses. Just when my eyes are about to drop close… “Get your fucking hands off her!"

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

" A cold sliver of disquiet pierced my confidence at the hollow, haunted tone of her words. I forced it down brutally. If I let even a shred of doubt take root...who knew how quickly it might spread and consume us both? Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up and started pacing the cramped bounds of my prison. I had to shake her free of this defeatist spiral before it devoured her for both our sakes. "So what if he did give us a creep-show glare? The guy's unhinged, taking marching orders from a ruthless psycho like Scar." I grasped the steel bars, looking intently at her shadowy form. "We can't let him crawl into our heads like this with his mind games. Not when Mom and Dad are already out th

Xav says and I nod. Paranoia is something I have always struggled with, and as I lay on the floor, in excruciating pain, all I can think about is how scared I still am, how ruined I am, and broken things like me can't be fixed, it's too large a hole to fix, too broken to heal.