Shatter Me I Am Not Insane Novels & Stories

How am I supposed to trust her when I get deployed? God knows I love her, but sometimes she drives me insane. Can she not think? Can she simply not put together what is right and what is wrong? So as she still tries to speak for what I think I do not want to hear, I make my way to our room before I completely blow up. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The chair finds its way through the room. There is glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror, hundreds of pieces cutting

Like a string that’s been pulled too tight, my sanity snaps. The last thing I see is her falling to the ground. XXX

Here, I didn’t need to worry about the past. I took a deep breath. “How do I tell Sage… that I don’t want to go back to my old life?” “I’m scared to find out who I really am. I don’t want to shatter the peace I have now.” I took a sip of wine, but froze. “BOOM!” “AAAHH!” The glass slipped from my hand, shattering. I sank to the floor, trembling, covering my face. Cold sweat ran down my skin. “Bang! Bang! Bang!”

"What if I told you I once had a dream about them... screwing me?" "Oh, damn it!" Ella's hand flies to her chest. "WTF?!" My voice trembles as I clutch at my own arms, nails digging into skin like I'm trying to hold myself together. "I'm going insane, right? I need help, Ella. I swear I do." My chest heaves, each breath sharp and uneven. "And the worst part? I want my sanity back... I just," My voice cracks, a shaky laugh spilling out before it dies in my throat. "I don't even know who I am anymore... or what I'm turning into."

he killed his own father for me? I feel a strong wave coming from me and I start to hear noises that seem to be the product of ice cracking . The windows shatter and the building shakes. My head hurts so much! I want all the evil around me to go away! I want it all to be over! I want to be peace again! And I collapse on my knees screaming in pain so hard that my voice becomes hoarse. "ENOUGH!!!!!!" I can’t take it anymore! I simply can’t react to anything. I am going crazy! This is a nightmare for sure. This can’t be the reality.

I slammed my hands onto the glass table continuously until it shattered making my hands bleed. "What the fuck man?" Farhan cursed as he pulled me back. "Have you gone fucking crazy?" he spat at me. I looked at him with red teary eyes, a humourless laugh leaving my lips. "So crazy" I bitterly smiled. "You're sick" he snapped making me chuckle before pulling me into a hug, my tears dripping onto his shoulder. "I'm so crazy for her man, I'm so crazy for her that I might actually become insane for life" my body shook as I sucked in some air.

his voice dropped to a near-whisper, vibrating with lethal promise, "is why I will grind Silvermane, and anyone who stands with them, to *dust* before they touch you again. Do you understand?" A tremor ran through her, visible from head to toe. More tears welled, spilling over silently. She didn’t wipe them away. "I don’t remember being strong," she whispered, the confession raw, torn from some deep, wounded place. "I feel… brittle. Like glass. One touch… one wrong move… and I’ll shatter into a thousand pieces you can’t put back together."

I get up, staggering as I drop a wad of cash on the table, and stumble out of the resturant, trying to get my bearings. You will slowly go mad, unable to stop the insanity that will cripple in, you will be haunted and hunted by everyone you have hurt, you will never know peace, forever crippled by agonising pain and insanity I gasp, fresh tears pouring out of face, I did that, said that to a man, who the hell am I? I stagger my way home, my hands shaking as I open the door, and I fall to the ground and weep, because I do not recognize the person I have become, maybe this is who I really am, and I need to stop running.

“I am done being everyone’s project.” I storm out of the room, my pulse pounding in my ears. I do not stop until I reach my bedroom. The moment the door clicks shut, I collapse onto the floor, trembling. Tears flood my eyes without warning, messy and unstoppable. I press the heels of my palms against my face and try to breathe, but each inhale feels shallow and sharp. Why am I like this. Why can I not control it. Why does everything feel so broken. I hate that Nathan sees the cracks. I hate that Barrett sees the cracks. I hate that I see the cracks.

One that should’ve been shut down weeks ago. 'What the hell? Why am I in Hotel Nightly?’