Novel & Cerita Shatter Me I Am Not Insane

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

I am not who I was ~ Chance Peña Adea I’m not marking you, Princess. I’m not marking you. I’m not. Shane’s words pierce through my chest. Each word is a makeshift sword slicing through flesh. Tearing at skin, breaking through bone until, finally, my heart splinters and cracks. Not right down the middle, no. It’s riddled with deep gashes as everything I came to know as true in the last few hours shatters. The man in front of me stares down at me as if what he’s said makes absolute sense. It doesn’t.

I said again as he stood up. "Whatever Pussy" He walked out slamming the door angrily. Jim was right, I was a pussy and truth was that am still not ready to talk things with Anna. I know my emotions would get the best of me and we'll be laying in same bed if she as little as kiss me.

And he said no. “Are you serious?” My voice cracked. Angry. Hurt. Humiliated. “Yeah.” He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “I want you. Bad. But not like this. Not when you go home to him after.” I shoved his chest. Hard. He let me slide down. My heels hit the floor. My legs shook so bad I almost fell. Had to grab the mirror to steady myself. “You’re fucking kidding me,” I spat. Hands trembling. Body on fire. Freezing. Aching.

But the men were already consumed by lust and had no intention of listening. One of them shoved Ember hard, sending her sprawling several feet across the floor. She winced, tears welling up from the pain. Realizing she had no power to stop them, she gave in with a twisted smile. "Fine. This works too. Who cares if someone does rescue you? Once Jeffrey sees you've been tainted, I doubt he'd still want you." The men leered and closed in on me. I screamed for help, but my voice only echoed uselessly in the empty warehouse.

Noah Brooks blurted out. "Shut up. Marcus isn't like that," Ryan snapped immediately.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

My body shook so hard my teeth rattled. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Shadows move even when nothing is there. The floor creaks like footsteps even when I’m alone. My own heartbeat sounds like a drum of warning in my ears. I hold my head and whisper to myself again and again: “Not crazy. Not crazy. Not crazy.” But the truth is, I think I am. I haven’t slept in days. My body trembles constantly now. My hands shake even when I hold them still. My mind feels sharp and broken at the same time, like shattered glass. Everyone is my enemy. Even Leo. Even Lucas. Even myself.

I felt like I was teetering on the edge of sanity. In my fury, I started hurling objects to the ground, venting my pent-up frustration on the hapless items. The room became a chaos of noise and destruction, a mirror reflecting my inner turmoil. With a swift, unrestrained motion, I struck the mirror, the glass shattering into countless shards. It was as if my actions were a reflection of the shattered reality I found myself in. I turned my gaze to Amelia, the sight of her curled up in a corner, hands covering her ears, striking me like a bucket of cold water.

that I am alive and kicking, safe and sound, and not numb enough to be a robot a lot of people expected me to be. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand," The world once saw a glimpse of me and it turned out to be disaster. "When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am," I am me. This is me. This is my reality. It is a war yet it is serene. I am a warrior who fights but I am not a shield everyone can use to be saved from the disaster.