Trapped Inside Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

When did I start to lose my mind? And it is this raging mind that feels suffocated as there is a beast that is threatening to let loose at any moment. As I step into my room, as far as my feet take me, every single object that finds its way in front of me is only but shattered in pure brute force against the wall. When there is finally nothing but fragments scattered over the room, I ram my fist with so much hatred against the wall, my knuckles split open, and the blood comes streaming from an open wound. Ya, Trinity can bring me up, but god, she can bring me down just as hard.

“Since returning here I discover something else within me. I want people especially those living with me to explain about myself, I want them to force me to see but I don’t trust them. It seems sometimes my now me was created out of fear.” “Fear for what? What does your instinct tell you?” “It seems I might be lost to myself. I live in a world of my own making but when I look closer my world seem full of shadows and lies. I am trap in the way I see myself. I think I taught myself a kind of discipline in every action that I take.” “There must be a reason for your reaction. Did you try to find it?” “I am a prisoner of my own making it seems. I return here with the firm notion to search for an

It was like her body was working entirely on its own, separated from her mind. I had seen this terrifying state before. Not in her, never in her. But in other people who were deeply trapped inside their own trauma-stricken minds. “Oh gods,” I muttered, realizing the magnitude of the problem. “You’re completely stuck inside your own head.” I looked at her again, really studying her posture. The severe tension in her shoulders. The subtle way her fingers were curled slightly, like she was desperately holding onto something invisible in the void. She was clearly fighting something massive in her mind.

“Please stop!” But he doesn’t. He never does. And as my body curls inward, trembling, my mind retreats back to a place where he can’t follow. A memory. A laugh. Desmond’s hand in mine. Anything but this. Because now I understand. I’m not just trapped in this office. I’m trapped in him. In his obsession. In a world I never agreed to enter. And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it out. ***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE

It's about my life. "I hate you," I uttered before I could stop myself. I knew he didn't like it by the way his jaw tightened. "Stop yourself before I personally have to," There was no remorse... no emotion. What did I expect? I felt depression outspread throughout my being at the thought of never leaving this hell. Am I really going to be trapped here forever? I really need someone to tell me otherwise.

[Evelyn’s POV] Son of a bitch!! What the hell is going on?! Oh God! I’m trapped! Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!! Trapped. That was the best way I could describe the sensation that was being inflicted on me. I was trapped. Stuck inside my own mind with no means of control. I couldn't even bring myself to open my damn eyes. It was like someone had torn my body apart from my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get a single part of myself to move.

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

“You don’t have to follow me down here. I’ll only be a minute or two.” I wanted to scoff at her and say, “…like I’d let you go down there by yourself,” but my body and mind were suffering through some kind of disconnect. I could see and feel myself thrashing, fighting this invisible hold in an effort to regain control, but my body showed no outward sign of this struggle. I was trapped, confined within my own body. What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was a trap. It was a trap I couldn’t shake off. I shimmied hard into the rabbit hole and got stuck inside. There was no way out. The pull of the blanket under my chin, the fold of my body and the dangerous thoughts were all a trap. I found myself in a loop, in a cycle I could not break.

It's corrupted in your mind. You find yourself leaving a crowded room to stand alone in the dark because it's more comforting. You get addicted to escaping the pain because you can't reach for the surface. It's like standing in a quicksand and sinking in. At first you shout for help ,you struggle and try to get out. Then,you realize no one is around and no one is coming to save you. So you let it consume you. You wait for it to kill you like a disease. And sometimes,it whispers in your head to do the killing by yourself.