Trapped Inside Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

Falling deep into an abyss It might be sad and depressed, happy and ecstatic or surprised and excited, but always you have to be feeling somehow. What about when you are running for your life? Is it scary? Of course it is. You are right! But what if you have witnessed your mom's death only a few minutes before? When you have seen it by your doe eyes that an alpha of your pack, the protector you all run to when encountering scary threats shooting your mom to death with a pistol loaded with silver bullets?

John doubtful voice brought him back to the earth. “Don’t judge someone by their deceiving image.” Adam spoke in pure bitterness and pinch the bridge of his nose irritated how his own men siding with his rival. “Anyways the address is fake. The model doesn’t live here.” The image of a woman underneath him flashes before his eyes. Her withering body as he slams his cock inside her tight channel. A virgin tight channel. Her withering body and her shaky breath flashes before his eyes. This is not the only reason why his mind keeps going back to that night.

“Your siblings’ deaths. The lives you have taken, even if you never meant to. Your relationships. Every moment that shaped you into who you are now.” I looked away. “Those memories… you locked them away,” she said. “But now, there is nowhere left to hide. You have to face them.” “And if I do not?” I asked, my voice quieter now, uncertain. She did not hesitate. “Then you will remain here,” she said. I frowned. “Here?” I asked, confused. “You mean… trapped?” “Yes,” she answered simply. “Trapped in your own mind until you choose to face it.”

And the fear was becoming my only constant companion. Sitting here idle, trapped within the oppressive silence of these four walls, wasn't going to do me any good. Every second of stillness allowed the darkness to creep closer. I took it upon myself to get out of this room, driven by a desperate need to outrun my own subconscious. The room wasn't quenching my wandering thoughts; it was a pressure cooker, intensifying the dread until I felt I might shatter. To make matters worse, that entity in my mind kept spouting hateful, venomous messages at random intervals. It was a psychological war of attrition designed to keep my nerves frayed and my spirit broken. I couldn't breathe in here.

I feel isolated, abandoned, unloved. But in my dream, everything felt different. In my dream, I belonged. I look down at my hands, trembling slightly. Can I trust my own mind anymore? And if I can’t... how will I ever get out of here?

I have been here for three days. The time has done nothing to calm the dread and turmoil inside me. If anything, time has accelerated the palpitating anxiety building it to the point of harrowing insanity. The incessant haranguing of the grandfather clock in the corner ticking away felt like chips being taken off my life. Every tick, takes away my freedom, my control over myself. "Your coffee Miss Vale " I glance down at the immaculate light brew steaming away next to a platter of croissants, cheeses,strawberries, butter and whipped cream. My stomach flipped. Nauseating. My nose crinkles in disgust.

‘As I stepped out of the place that had always made me feel safe, I refused to lift my head. I didn’t want to raise my face, nor did I want to see how bright that day was. It wasn’t that I didn’t wish to see the beauty of the world, but I was running from the truth—that I had broken the heart of the young man I loved. I couldn’t even look at the sky because it reminded me of him. I was a star who had betrayed the sky by refusing to stay with him and gaze upon him.’

The realization settled cold in my chest. Am I trapped?

It's as if I'm trapped in a tomb, sealed away from the world. My mind races, desperately searching for a solution. How long have I been down here? Days? Weeks? Time has lost all meaning in this timeless void. I try to remember my training, the skills I learned, the strategies I mastered. But my thoughts are scattered, fragmented by pain and exhaustion. I need to stay focused. I need to stay alert. I need to find a way out. I close my eyes, trying to visualize the layout of the mansion, to recall any hidden passages, any secret exits. But the darkness in my mind mirrors the darkness around me, obscuring my thoughts, clouding my judgment.

They were always watching, always waiting for her to slip up. But what did that really mean? What was she supposed to do now? The walls of her own mind felt like they were closing in, trapping her in a world that didn’t feel like her own anymore. Every decision, every step forward, seemed to pull her deeper into a web she wasn’t sure she could escape.