Psychotique Novels & Stories

"Reinforced glass partition. Security personnel nearby. You can leave at any time." "What's his current mental state?" Olivia asked. "Fluctuating. He has periods of clarity mixed with delusional episodes. The physical symptoms are constant—the tremors, the paralysis. But mentally, he's... unstable." "Define unstable," I said. "He sometimes believes he's still running his company. Asks staff about meetings that don't exist, projects that were never real. Other times he's lucid and expresses what appears to be genuine remorse." "Appears to be?"

“Strange sensations, images in my head, Extreme body pains. They come unbidden, and they’re relentless.” Dr. Howard leaned forward, his interest piqued. “Psibs?” James hesitated. The term wasn’t one he threw around lightly. Psibs—short for psychic imbalances—were not the kind of affliction one discussed at cocktail parties or business meetings. They were a closely guarded secret, a phenomenon that most of the world dismissed as fantasy. But James Valquez wasn’t most of the world. “Yes,” he admitted finally. “Flashes of memories that aren’t mine. Feelings that don’t belong to me. Excruciating pain most of the times."

Is this man actually insane? "I don't have such ridiculous memories," I say slowly, like I'm explaining to a toddler why they can't eat rocks. "And, I can bet my life that I never knew you before this resort. So, stop this nonsense. You sound completely delusional right now, and I'm starting to think you might be a psychopath." His face does this weird thing where he looks hurt and frustrated at the same time, like a puppy who just got scolded for eating the furniture.

"You know how bad work stress can be these days." "Yeah, I agree." Emily supports and I look back at her, waiting for her to spice up Becky's theory. "You know, my friend used to obsess over Iron man so much that she started imagining herself to be Pepper. You know, it was close to a kind of erotomania. Then she had to visit a psychiatrist for her treatment." She shrugs and I see Becky listening to her keenly as if she is giving her some kind of life lessons. "It can be worst sometimes, like in Nikki's case. Where people come out with some crazy shitty stories. Oh, my god! Who knows, it can be a case of schizophrenia." She observes me with a weird glance and I roll my eyes. "I knew Nikki had

On the other side of the wall. Me: "Maybe? What state will it take to figure it out?" I was out of my mind all the way home that day, and I'll admit to being a little spooked. It was only when I got home that I realized I had forgotten to turn off the recorder. I sat there frozen for a while and couldn't help but listen to the recording again, which I think is ridiculous in retrospect. I'm reminded of what N psychiatrists told me: never, ever, ever, ever pay too much attention to what psychopaths say or think too deeply about what they tell you about the world, or you'll go crazy sooner or later.

I am really curious and I really want to know. "You have absolutely no idea how crazy you sound," I venomously spit at him and he chuckles. "There is no way I am going to stay here for any reason. Especially not with a psychopath like you. What mental disorder do you suffer from"I ask him cruelly and he only stares at me, like my words do not have any effect on him.

He was teasing. "We? What's this... don't tell me you're having dirty dreams about me, we just had a long day, full of sweat and satisfaction... is that what you're looking for?" I blinked a few times. What did he say? Is this true? What's the name of the disease of people who can't tell the difference between the real world and dreams? Delusional? Psychosis? I don't know which one... I think I'm that kind of sick... I can't tell what's real and what's a dream. Is going to a psychiatrist expensive? Should I just go to a psychiatrist?

"And, you guys assumed that creature is the one who drives him to the brink of insanity? Isn't it preposterous to assume that?" "It's the only logical explanation out there! The police initially thought he is high on drugs. Minus his awful appearance, his swivel-eyes looked deranged and delirious as if he is affected by delirium. However, he is clean. There's no trace of the drug in his system. So, someone brings a mental illness topic out of the blue, and they took him to a psychiatrist and examined him. Turn out that he is crazy. The doctor suspected schizophrenia, and he was drowning in delusions and hallucinations. He is beyond saving. Since his behavior is aggressive and posed a dangero

The staff clearly took containment protocols seriously. "He's in restricted wing," our escort explained as we moved through multiple secured doors. "Maximum observation, heavily medicated, limited interaction with other patients. His condition has deteriorated significantly since initial commitment." "What's his diagnosis?" I asked. "I'm not authorized to discuss specific medical details," the escort replied. "But the court documents are public record. Psychotic disorder with reality distortion, possible schizophrenia, consciousness dissociation resulting from experimental research. The psychiatrists aren't entirely certain what they're treating—his condition doesn't fit standard diagnostic

He couldn’t respond to anyone. “What a pitiful young man,” the lady said. Derrick looked at the old lady as she continued, “I am a retired psychiatrist. This man is lost. Too lost that he couldn’t find himself.” The lady stared at Jerson. “Akinetic Catatonia. This is the most common type of catatonia. Someone with akinetic catatonia often stares blankly and won’t respond when you speak to them. If they do respond, they may only repeat what you said. Sometimes they sit or lie in an unusual position and won’t move. It happens most often with people who have mood disorders or psychotic disorders, like depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia. This young man was giving symptoms.”