Shatter Me I Am Not Insane Novels & Stories

"The accusations of plagiarism against Sophia Martinez are utterly baseless." "Mr. Torrino, what about your wife's claims?" a reporter shouted. Vincent took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to where I stood on the landing. "Isabella... has been mentally unstable for some time," he said, his voice heavy with false sorrow. "She suffers from delusions. A nerve injury three years ago made it impossible for her to create." The room erupted. "Are you saying your wife is mentally ill?" "I hate to admit it, but... yes. She needs professional help. I tried to keep this private, but now her condition is hurting innocent people."

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

“About everything I’ve done. About the people I’ve hurt.” Dr. Warren leaned forward slightly, his gaze encouraging. “That’s a good place to start, Cassia. It takes courage to face the truth.” Cassia laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “I don’t think it’s courage. It’s just… reality. I spent so many years trying to pretend that I was in control, that I deserved everything I took. But now, sitting here in this place, I don’t have any illusions left. I know what I did. And I know that I destroyed my own life in the process.”

Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion. ~ Present.... I sigh lightly and roll over on my stomach. Everything seems so surreal. I really made the cut. I turn on the television and immediately my face flashes across the screen. I scream in horror and scramble to a sitting position while turning up the volume. A few minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps and my bedroom door is swung open. "What is wrong with you, young lady?" My sister, Danielle questions in a no-nonsense tone. She was about to say something else but she froze, her eyes snapping to the television screen.

This is supposed to be a sexy moment, and I'm about to ruin it because I know he's right. I know I never say anything good about myself, but I can't help it. It doesn't matter how pretty I am or how other people see me. The voice in my head telling me I'm not enough is louder. I can still hear Xaden's and his mother's voices in my head. I really did not expect all of this to come up right now, but the residual pain and the intensity of being blindfolded and restrained is making everything so hard to keep in. "I can't," I say, but my voice shakes.

In that instant, my last lifeline snapped. Holding Munchkin, I laughed in despair. Right. I was the one who insisted on breaking up back then, saying I wanted to pursue a simple life, that I had enough of his kind of luxurious life. Now that I'd hit rock bottom, why should he care whether I lived or died? I'd brought this on myself, after all. It had started to rain at some point. The rain, mixed with sleet, stung my face as it fell. I unbuttoned my coat and wrapped Munchkin tightly against my chest, trying to warm her with my own body heat.

Nathan’s faint voice echoed from the fragments— “Alina… don’t choose me… choose yourself…” She froze. Her heart shattered. The void exploded—

I drank until my stomach was perforated and nearly suffered alcohol poisoning, all for a single deal. I even once sped down the highway at 220 miles per hour to sign a contract, coming dangerously close to death. I was the one who pulled Sanders Technology back from the brink of collapse and drove it toward going public. Those ten years were full of hardships and sacrifices, and above all, they were for her. Time and again, I had believed I would dedicate my life to this company, and to her. I never thought I would leave today like this, with my heart dead and my soul in ruins.

Sweet Dreams - Marilyn Manson Self-Destruction - I Prevail It felt as if my heart exploded, splattering chunks of it all over the walls of my chest. Without knowing, Shane had burrowed deep within my chest and it felt like he’d implanted himself deep within my soul. There was only him there and I was more than happy. How had there ever been a day in my life without him? Shane’s eyes glazed over for a second and the sound of receding steps reached my ears before he pulled out of my mouth. I turned to look towards the door, whoever it was was gone.

I throw my phone across the room with an angry shout, watching it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces, scatters all over the floor. Fuck. XXX