Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!" "Wounded and afraid, he's become no more than a killer" "Run! They warned me!" London and Jackie: "Run! Run for your life!" "Give me a fucking break, can't you tell he needs emotional attention!" "Fuck society!" London and Jackie: "Society fucking sucks!" "Don't tell me what he's done, I will stay by his side 'till the sun dies!" The musical interlude with the guitar has my feet moving and my head bobbing. Soon I zoned out and was only me the music.

There was an unbearable pain exploding somewhere behind my ribcage, eating and gnawing at the organ that pumps my blood in ruthless tugs. The fact that I couldn't save her kept scratching at my sanity in harsh tugs, leaving me manic and murderous. The urge to pummel something to the ground, preferably one of the doctors, bubbled and soared viscously through my veins. When I watched Alicia growing lethargic on me, saying how much she loves me as if it was goodbye when I watched those beautiful serene green hues grow dull and eventually got hidden by her lids, when I felt her fucking heartbeat diminishing beneath my fingers, I fucking lost it all. When she fell to the ground, Alicia's body was

Why? At that moment, I realized that my world had shattered. The trust I had placed in Peter had been shattered, leaving behind a hollow void. And as I drank in sorrow, it began to feel like I had no hope for myself. It felt like all plans I had for myself had just been shattered. The sedatives I took earlier seeped in, and I slowly shut my eyes, sinking into unconsciousness.

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.

"Love, what's happening? I can't find my sanity now." The glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the wooden surface of the table, whiskey staining the air like tears. I closed my eyes, the fragments of shattered glass mirroring the fragments of my shattered heart. In this moment of profound sorrow, a flicker of determination ignited within me. I would not allow doubt to consume me, nor would I turn my back on the whispers of my heart. I would delve deeper into this mystery, this unshakable belief that delved beyond the realm of logic. After all, how could one truly know the boundaries of what is real and what lies beyond the thin veil that separates the ethereal from the corporeal

“I’m here. And I won’t leave you.” I couldn’t breathe for a second. I didn’t want to hear those words. They made me feel trapped. They made me feel like there was no escape. "You can’t make me forget it all,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the crying I’d done in private. I hadn’t wanted him to hear, but somehow, the words spilled out of me. “You can’t fix what’s already shattered within me. You can't restore my sanity.” He didn’t respond for a long time. Then, just as I was about to close my eyes and shut everything out, I felt his hand—just the lightest touch—on my shoulder. It was enough to make my breath catch.

I am about to go completely, utterly crazy. The whispers crescendo into a symphony of madness, and I fall to my knees in the shifting mist, my mind fragmenting under the assault of alien voices that promise such sweet oblivion. My hands shake as I clutch at my head, trying to hold the pieces of my consciousness together through sheer force of will. Just when I think I cannot endure another moment of this psychological torture, when the last threads of my sanity are about to snap completely, a figure appears in the swirling chaos around me.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

The room fell silent once more, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside the window. As Elara lay back against the pillows, she let out a long, slow breath, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened. She was alive—somehow, miraculously, she had survived. But she was no longer the same person she had been before. The old Elara had died on that operating table, her heart shattered by betrayal and loss.