Trapped Inside Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

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.

Of course, I didn't say that! "Ok," he says as he moves closer to me. I move back until my back hits the bed, I inhale and exhale. I am trapped. He moves closer to me and smiles when he realizes I was trapped. He stares at me for a long time, and I couldn't help but feel lucky to have him. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers in my ears. I clear my throat when I realize I can't say anything. "Ahem...no..no... nothing," I stutter.

I used to be free. But now, I was trapped. Trapped by my own fears and anxieties, trapped by the weight of my own thoughts. I was scared to go outside, scared of what others might think of me. Scared of being judged, scared of being rejected. As I watched the other patients, I felt like I was stuck in a prison of my own making. I was a prisoner of my own mind, trapped by my own fears and doubts. I thought about all the things I used to enjoy, all the things I used to love. I used to love going for walks, love feeling the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. I used to love meeting new people, love making new friends.

"Why can't I move?" A wave of panic washed over me, and I tried to push myself up once again, but my limbs refused to budge. My mind was spiraling out of control, and I knew I needed to snap out of it. "Come on, Melina," I whispered to myself. "You can do this. Just get up." But it was no use. My body remained unresponsive, and I was trapped in my thoughts – I was trapped in a cage, unable to escape. Hours had passed and I was still unable to stand up. I felt trapped and helpless and the feeling was becoming overwhelming. I was on the verge of losing my mind.

I asked. "I told you she's sleeping. She needs to take a rest. I'll be in your care for now." *********************************** Darkness. Emptiness. Nothingness. Where am I? Am I back to square one again? Why do I feel like I'm about to lose myself all over? I can see the light ahead of me, but even basking into the warmth of light, I am still aware that darkness is always just a heartbeat away. I always ask myself why. Every hour of the day I asked myself, why do I feel like I am trapped inside my head? That I am stuck in a never ending conversation with myself and still can't figure out the answers to every question.

JANE's POV There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from my own thoughts. I feel trapped, like a prisoner in my own mind. I close my eyes, trying to block out the world around me, but it's no use. The darkness only makes the loneliness feel even more intense.

I couldn't bring myself to put anything in my mouth, not when he had provided it. I was trapped. Trapped in this room, trapped in this body, trapped in this mind. And I didn't know how to escape.

Maybe I should hire someone to hit my head so damn hard and make me realize that the kind of relationship we had before was completely gone. Forever. -----"The mind labyrinth, a puzzle from which your mind leads you into random thoughts and confusing ways. Wherein you made it hard for yourself to find the right escape. You were lost and unconsciously trapped, and once you finally realize that the path you were taking will lead you to danger."-----

he said. Daniel let out a sharp, short laugh, and there was nothing warm in it. "No. She is trapped. That is what this is. That is the word for it. She is trapped and she is finding intelligent ways to describe the trap to herself because that is how she survives things, and you have counted on exactly that." The word trapped sat in the room. I looked at it from the inside, examined the shape of it, turned it around and looked at what it touched and what it missed.