Novel & Cerita Space Madness

My head is throbbing, and I feel like my brain will explode. On my smartphone, I read some articles about mental illnesses. Apparently, you cross the line into insanity when your mental state stops you from being able to function properly and having a normal life. By those standards, Laura is not the least bit insane. But she’s not herself. I'm the one going nuts. Day after day after day, music, movies, and other loud hobbies fill the air. She even learned to play the guitar! At night, clubs, parties, and god knows what else. I was too tired to keep up with her the last few days.

Downstairs in his drunken, raging stupor, Charlie had completely lost his fucking mind. The humiliation of the restaurant, the burning pain of Elara’s double slap, and the cold, terrifying finality of his mother’s lockdown had pushed him past the brink of sanity. He was drowning in a toxic mix of premium scotch and raw, unchecked madness. He wasn't just a man defeated; he was a cornered animal, screaming at the empty mahogany walls of the library, throwing priceless crystal glasses into the roaring fireplace until the hearth was littered with jagged, glowing shards.

Not now sub con, but oh yeah, he does, wait I mean get out sub con. “Soda water” Derick called out to me while he broke the trance “Yeah?” I responded “You were spacing out, like you always do these days” he spoke “Anything wrong?” he asked “Uh? No, no” I replied “Well unless getting blackouts where you only talk to your sub conscious is considered a problem” I muttered “What?” he asked looking at me with a confused look “Oh, nothing, nothing. What were we talking about?” I asked trying not to sound weird

They say that a madman is someone who has reached an unprecedented stage of soul transparency to the point of His mind can sense what we cannot feel.. Crosses parallel worlds He swims in the kingdom with the angels and dives into Hell with the devils.. He sees what We do not see and hear what we do not hear, smell and taste what we cannot reach with our conscious mind never.. Don't you see them sometimes having unexplained panic attacks or shooting themselves? Unleashed in successive laughter Who knows the world they are laughing or why are they laughing.. Good.. I entered the world of madness with ease and softness.. I saw a glimpse of several horrific worlds

His eyes were still dark, as cold as ice. 'Yes,' 'Isn't this weed?' 'Something related,' Hey, I'm dead! 'Sir?' I asked, looking up at him, again. I felt like passing out. The first time I tried it back in high school, I got to know how the world of madness looks like. They have a city, it's called Madabu, everyone and anyone is welcome, but I don't want to go there; I'm perfectly fine where I am. It took the doctors two months to return me to normal, so yes, I'm screwed.

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

Right now it was so hard to picture her as the aspiring lawyer she was studying to be. I slammed the bottle down on the marble counter and swiped the excess rum from my lips. Maybe that was one too many shots, but I needed to be drunk for the plan devising in my head. I drank three more and wrap my hands around her waist and pulled her into the crowd of gyrating bodies. "Who are you and what have you done with Leah Monroe? Seriously, did you spend your sabbatical in a club?" I swing my hips playfully in her direction. You wouldn't catch me dead in a club like this or even drinking this much. But desperate times….

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."

The police arrived sooner than I had expected. The doors to the hall were pushed open. The police came in and showed their ID cards. "Samantha Wood, you're suspected of murder, and you're under arrest." With both knees on the ground, Samantha gradually raised her head, her voice calm. "I've been diagnosed with a mental illness. I'll be sent to the hospital even if you arrest me, and I'll be released after a few years." After a momentary pause, she cast her gaze upon Charles. "And Natalie? She will never come back."