Shatter Me I Am Not Insane Mga Nobela at Kwento

We both held each other tightly, as we both drifted off to sleep. CONRI. I'm going insane! I'm fucking going crazy! Everything is just crumbling around me. And I can't do anything about it. This is not me. This is not who I am. I am always in control. I get whatever I want. Why then I'm I not able to handle everything right now. Why does it feel like my world is about to shatter right in front of me? And I won't be able to do anything.

I stare out the window and I only assume that it’s late afternoon from the pristine sky. When my hope of help dashes, I surge to my feet. Tears fill my vision, blurring my path. With an agonizing howl, I thrash around, gather the sheets in my hands and send it spinning across the floor. Now, I’m teetering on the edge of insanity. This….this...whole thing drives me insane. My chest heaves…. Unable to control it again, I wail into the air, I cry and shout. I rush across the room…to the mirror standing opposite me and I stare at myself. The person glaring back at me is a girl broken….shattered.

Why was she destined to suffer so much pain and why was she fated to get ruined by him. His eyes got glued to her like now he was daring deep into her soul through them and that soul got shrugged away from her body when she felt him to finally lean closer to her face and then pressed his warm lips against her untouched ones and his middle finger to penetrate her untarnished core making her terribly gasped in pain feeling that painful penetration for the first time in her life ,but her whole entity got shattered into pieces when she heard those words of his echoing into her mouth.. "Because I am…. insane for you,"

My Not Sister Hiro I’m crazy. I know I’m crazy. Everyone knows I’m Crazy Zen—and not in the chill, meditative, herb-sipping way. Insightful as my brain forces me to be—in the most disturbing, inappropriate, and irrelevant ways—social awareness and cultural norms didn’t exactly get installed during the reboot. I’m fine with it. I really am. At least I really was before this.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

But when my eyes snapped to them, burning with rage and raw despair, they scattered in panic, their hurried footsteps fading down the hall. Left alone, I turned to the table beside me. My hands shook, fury bubbling inside me, and before I realized what I was doing, I slammed my fists against it, shattering cups, glass, and anything else in reach. Pieces clattered to the ground, scattering like the fragments of my sanity.

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

"Call me sick, or insane , I shall accept all those titles. Hit me ,punch me , shout at me, I rather have you doing all that but not leaving me. I cannot bear to have you away from me Andrea and that is why I cannot accept you leaving me" "Bullshit!" I yelled as I held myself together trying so damn hard not to kick this wolf where the sun don't shine Is this supposed to be some sort of confession or something If it is then it has to be one of the most fucked up confession I've ever had This man was selfish. No evil. No heartless and cruel because how could you ever do that to anyone He was toxic