Shatter Me I Am Not Insane Novels & Stories

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

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness? Yeah... His fingers stopped playing the piano, he slowly moved them away, looking at the keyboard as his tears fell onto it. He touched the keys, frowning, his gaze fixed on one of the photographs. He took it in his hands and simply threw it towards the large window, watching it fall outside. He ran his hands through his hair, gasping, fa

Unknown number: “Heard she’s the one who set Sara up. Shameful.” Then there was June. Sweet, brave June. “Guys stop. Don’t say what you’re not sure about.” It kept going. The pings, the jabs, the dirt. I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel shocked either. I just sighed, tossed the phone back on the bed, and pulled my blanket to my chest. Somewhere deep inside, I knew what was coming. But for tonight, the glow of my room felt heavier than usual. And I let the silence hold me.

A man in a white coat stepped inside. “No,” I breathed. “No. NO!” Panic surged through me, electric and suffocating. I stumbled back, my heel catching on the shattered mirror. I kicked through it, picked up the largest shard, and raised it like a dagger. “Stay away from me!” I screamed, pointing it at both of them. “I’m not going anywhere! I’m fine! I swear, I’m fine!” But I saw their faces. They didn’t believe me. They never did. They looked at me like I was crazy, like nothing I said made sense and I was so sick of it

I think I am broken. -----------

I said. “You can’t un-film me. You can’t un-share me. You can’t un-break me. All you can do is leave. Go back to Claire. Go back to your business. Go back to your money. And leave me alone. Let me heal. Let me breathe. Let me exist without you in my head every second of every day.”

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?