These Lunatics Are Obsessed With Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

She kept smiling and giggling as she said, “Now, we can call it even.” How could it be even? He lost his favourite jacket. His clothings were all ripped, his hair was now a mess, he got scratches all over his body, a few on his face. Some of the fans wanted to feel his face to make sure he was the real deal. They tug and pull, and were aggressive with him, while he could only struggle to survive. Lots of the crazy fans took pictures of the entire scene, some recorded it. Only a few minutes had passed, but he was already all over the social media. Topics like, ‘OMG, LSF at YC supermarket!’ had hit top views in a matter of seconds.

Only when I’m angry do I manage to clear some of the fog of the drugs they are putting in my system. Doctor Lyles looks surprised for a moment, but he hides it by cleaning his glasses again. “It seems you are a very observant woman, Olivia. Many suffering from psychotic breaks or fractured senses of reality happens to be very perceptive people. They have to be able to justify and explain the impossible of their disillusioned beliefs. There are many ways you could’ve discovered those things about me but it doesn't mean you have a super sense of smell.”

Leaving me here again with nothing but my thoughts. I lay on my bed I do not know how many days I have been down here for with no lights and the same song playing loudly over and over again. Nothing I do can’t drown out the sound. I’m thirsty, hungry and have little to no energy the only thing I can do is lay here. I decide to try to meditate to block out the sound to keep me some what grounded. As I’m in a deep state of meditation I hear a voice I must be on the brink of insanity. “My dear child do not give up yet I will not let you suffer with out a cost” I feel like I’m in a black void “hello who said that have I gone crazy” the woman giggles yet it feels warm and gentle the least bit tau

A lucky lunatic who’d run out of luck. He looked up at the sky, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The last of the twilight had bled away. True darkness was here. “God,” he muttered, the word barely a breath. “We’re finished.” The resignation in his voice was like a spark to dry tinder. It ignited something raw and furious in my chest. I was so tired of being measured, calculated, found wanting. Fine. Let them see the madness. A grin split my face, wide and utterly unhinged. “Enough talk!” I barked, the sound too loud in the silent clearing. “It dies, or we do! So let’s go kill it!”

Even my unborn child hated the filthy negative energy that charged towards me. I looked at Lana, a wolf like me who was still lost in her sorrows. Her unbothered expression like she did feel uncomfortable with the negative energy froze me. “Why are you here?” Lana dragged her words as she stared at me. “Do you know why I am so obsessed with Logan?” “I don't care.” Oh my goodness,I almost screamed my lungs out. So far, everyone has been telling me reasons they did this,reasons they did that. How may do I have to say, I honestly do not give a fuck about anything.

"And I needed something real today." The patient blinked, processing that. "Real," he repeated, like the word tasted strange. "Not the big ceremony stuff?" "Not the big ceremony stuff," I agreed, a small smile breaking through. I leaned forward slightly, elbows on my knees. "Out there, everything feels large. Banners, rehearsals, delegations watching every step. In here? It’s just a fever that needs the right question. A patient who needs someone to listen. That feels like me. Like Luna, I built one ordinary thing at a time."

Veronica said, pulling me into a warm hug. After the stunt Roberto pulled at my date? Like hell, I wouldn’t show up. “I think I underestimated how much I needed this,” I replied smoothly, keeping the real bitterness out of my tone. A small, nagging part of me questioned why I was even bothering. Why go fishing for suitors when a mad psychopath out there was convinced every man breathing near me was a threat? Paranoid narcissist. Just because my brother and his best friend thought no one was good enough for me didn’t mean I was going to die single.

Possibly escaped from a lab. As crazy as a cannibalistic rabbit with swine flu. That’s the only explanation. I sit on the bed, lace my boots tight, and let the questions roll in anyway. I get how obsession happens. I get how a lunatic can latch on and spiral. But why me? Where did we even meet? And seriously — why me? I skip makeup, swipe on pink gloss, and stare at my reflection. I look normal. Annoyingly normal. Definitely not balloon-based-declarations-of-possession material.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."