Trapped In Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

“I brought her into this. I dragged a shy innocent girl into something she never asked for. Now she’s lying here, and I don’t know if she’ll ever open her eyes again.” My heart dropped. Ever open my eyes again? No. No, that can't be right. I was trying to open them now. I was trying so hard it felt like my whole mind was straining against invisible chains, but my body wouldn’t listen. Fear swallowed me whole. I was awake. I was here. I could hear every word. But somehow… I was trapped inside myself. And no one knew.

YOU SHOULD CALL ME DAD MELANIE'S POV~~ As I slowly emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, I awakened to a pervasive sense of exhaustion that clung to me like a shadow. The constant, dull ache in my leg persisted, reminding me of my fragile state. I found myself trapped in a vortex of thoughts, each more troubling than the last, when suddenly, a soft knock echoed from the door. My mind raced with possibilities—who could it be at this hour? Perhaps it was Bryan, ever watchful and concerned.

Besides, just sitting here like some moron, trapped in a world that isn’t quite my own with nothing but a sleeping baby at my side and my son wandering demonic gardens, all I have is just myself and my thoughts. There’s nothing worse to experience than being trapped in your own mind. All the horror I’ve witnessed in my life aside, no matter how terrifying the future might seem at times, I still wholeheartedly believe that there’s nothing more dangerous than your own thoughts and the times you sink into them. A mind is a powerful place, indeed. It’s just that sometimes you have no control over it and that’s what scares me the most. After a while, I sigh and run

I thought this one would work, but unfortunately, it seemed impossible. Gosh, I feel trapped.

It was frustrating how every part of me at this moment was frozen in time, even though my soul was desperate to jump out and away from the threat I faced. ‘Why, why, why!’ for all my caution, all the unease I had felt to come here, I still fell into a trap. And this time, it wasn't anyone's fault but my own. I let myself get tricked, pushed away my caution. It was my fault. My own fucking fault. No. I couldn't stay in a mirage of self pity when a dankeh was nearing. Swallowing, I forced my eyes away, searching for the exit.

The thought made bile rise in my throat. Had I called it down on myself? Or was someone else’s sin staining me? The monitor beeped steadily, indifferent. The fluorescent light hummed. A moth circled the lamp above, beating its wings against the glass. I was trapped. In this room. In my mind. In the story everyone else was telling about me.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild bird trapped in a cage. "What's happening?" Jace's voice, now a distant echo, was drowned out by the rising tide of panic. This was it. The moment he would surely realize that I was broken. Everything today, every second, felt warped. Like I my brain was stuck in a time loop, reliving the same moments, the same conversations, the same anxieties over and over. My mind felt like a clock, ticking relentlessly, but the hands were frozen, stuck at an impossible hour. It felt like it should be bedtime, the world should be bathed in a dusky purple light, but the sun was still high in the sky, a blazing inferno.

The feeling that I was drowning in memories that would not let me go? A wave of exhaustion crashed over me. It was too much. All of it. The effort of existing was too much. I dropped the phone onto the couch. It landed screen up. The number still glowed there. I sank down beside it. My head fell into my hands. I was trapped. Trapped in this apartment. Trapped in my own mind. Trapped by a memory that was over two decades old but felt like yesterday. Like it was happening right now. Over and over again.

Aiden I had no idea how long I remained sitting on the floor. I was running my hands through my hair and repeating everything in my head. I had too much to mull over, but no thought formed in my mind. I could grab nothing solid. It was like all that awaited me was a vast black nothingness. As if a cosmic vacuum was sucking on my soul. I knew in my heart that Sydney wasn't lying. Mike had probably manipulated her. Never in my life had I ever forced a woman to bed and now not only had I hurt Sydney, but I also had made things worse. She would never trust me again.

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey