She Went Mad Novels & Stories

"Her pain was a thousand times worse than this when she tried to take her life." Miranda flailed. "You're crazy… You've gone crazy over a dead woman!" He stiffened, but a smile played on his lips when he turned. "Yeah, I have. Do you want to hear how this psycho is going to atone for his sins?" A doctor heard the commotion and came into the room. He forcibly sedated Rowan, who fell unconscious as the drug took effect.

It had always been just sex, which was why I was very surprised that she was spewing this. "Anita, get the fuck out of my room before I decide to do it myself." "So, it's true then." "What is it?" "They say you've gone mad."

My innocence poured gasoline onto her madness. Sophie lost control completely and lunged toward me. "You know my secret, don't you? That's why you set me up! "You ruined everything! I'll kill you, Adrian! I'll kill you!" Her crazed appearance terrified everyone present. The live-stream comments flew. [She's gone insane! Sophie Bell completely snapped!] [What secret? She's just biting people because she lost.] [The genius persona collapsed, and now she's becoming a madwoman?] [Mr. Foster is so wronged. He watched the whole thing quietly and still got attacked!]

“None of this is my fault! I didn’t kill her!” Her voice rose, hysterical, desperate. “You’re worse than him!” she shouted wildly. “You’re all worse than him!” Mother moved. Slowly. Unsteadily. Her hands came up—covering her own face as if she couldn’t bear what she was hearing. Then she dropped them. Her expression was… wrong. Twisted. Broken. “I’m worse?” she whispered. Then louder— “I’m worse?” Her voice cracked into something jagged. “When Elena called for help—”

she screamed hysterically, clutching her matted hair until her face contorted in a mask of madness. Her screams sent the local scavengers scattering into the trees. After a long time, Madison staggered to her feet and limped out of the brush. She dragged herself to the edge of a mountain road, waving a shaking, bloodless hand at a passing transport. Finally, a merchant took pity on her and offered her a ride back toward the Citadel.

Was she unable to decide what was for her own good? “What the hell are you trying to say?” Eugene met her gaze and was silent for a moment. He seemed to be struggling internally. After a while, he continued solemnly, “Shar, our mother has gone mad. She has a madness gene which was inherited from our grandmother.” ‘Madness gene? What the hell is that?’ Sharon breathed heavily as she stared at him without blinking. Her voice trembled a little. “W-What do you mean?” Eugene knew that this news was a heavy blow to her and that it had to be difficult for her to accept it.

She could see no signs of his beating, not a single bruise. “I know, it’s weird,” the mind- link again. “I’m beginning to think I am dreaming, or criminally insane,” she answered back in her mind. “Well, little girl, let’s go to breakfast, and you will get your answers.” “Ok,” Madchen said, reluctantly. Did she really want to know what the hell was going on? Maybe she was on an acid mushroom trip, or went down the rabbithole with Alice.

What was up with her? "I am at our lovely country home, August. Come back to me, and I promise this will all have a happy ending. I'll even forgive you for cheating on me with that wretched Elizabeth White." She replied, leaving August feeling even more confused. Had she finally lost her grip on reality? "I'll be there soon, just promise me you won't do anything to my son." August says slowly, not allowing his anger to get the best of him, Madison already sounds like she went off the deep end, he wouldn't want Damon to be a casualty of her madness.

She shouted back, sitting up on her bed, "you know what? Go and fuck her again if you want! Go and fuck Anna too if you want. Propose a fucking threesome to them and see how much they like you after coming clean to them!" I stood up now, confused and frustrated. "God, Maddie, what the fuck are you even talking about?!" "I'm talking about you, fucking everything in skirts! I'm talking about you not being able to keep it in your pants! I'm talking about you not having any self control until it comes to me!" Everywhere went quiet. My heart stopped beating for a moment, as I stared at her, my eyes wide in shock while she glared at me, venom and daggers in her hardened gaze.

Try to control yourself'. She looked at her and hollered, 'What is wrong with you? I didn't hallucinate, I'm not some crackpot going crazy'. She went to Hoseong and pleaded, 'Please oppa, believe me. I have not hallucinated. I know I have a mental illness, but I don't have that kind of illness'.