Trapped Inside Your Own Mind Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice breaking, “…you’re not trying to escape a monster.” My lips parted, breath unsteady. “You’re already trapped inside one."

They suck me in and chew me up only to keep me inside instead of spitting me out—my whirlwind of emotions circles around and around as I live inside this monster of my own body. An internal loop of the same shit, day in and day out. I'm trapped. Trapped in the darkness, Onyx allows me to live in. My only saving grace is the mere thought of escaping one day and ending the pair of us. I've long since had the inability to surface fully. My only option is to watch through the eyes that were once mine—watching people believe that he is me, hating his ability to mimic even the slightest mannerism to fool any innocent bystander.

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.

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 a hand through my hair, frustra

“We have to keep trying.” But even as I say it, I know it’s pointless. The room is too well-made, too secure. There’s no way out, and we’re trapped here, with nothing but each other and the endless, maddening whisper of “mate, mate, mate” echoing in my mind. “Let me out!” I scream, but it is like shouting into a void. The walls don't care. No one cares. “Mate, mate, mate,” my wolf whisperers, but it is barely audible.

Her wolf tried to calm her down. Audrey watched her as she thought silently. He could hear the machines turning inside her head as she struggled to make a decision. She looked at the time- they had ten minutes left. She had a ten minutes window that she absolutely needed to grab if she was to have any hope of being free from him forever.

He yelled, "What the hell is this? Who drugged me? Where's my phone? I need to go to the hospital!" When he finally managed to find his phone in his pocket, he realized his fingers hurt as if knives had been struck right into them. He could not hold the phone at all. In the crowd, the young women were the first to realize something. "It can't be some kind of disease, right? All of us girls are fine. The men are the ones who are rotting." "That's not right. Aurora is one of the worst ones, and she's a girl too." Everyone looked at one another. A moment later, all the girls gathered together and started talking over one another as they discussed the matter.

he said, “One time, and if you don’t like them for any reason, I will let you off the hook for a few months at least. I know you are busy, but you still need to be a twenty-two-year-old. It isn’t fun being alone.” “I was a twenty-two-year-old, eight years ago.” She said with a laugh. He didn’t really understand how she felt. She was trapped in her skin. She had been forced to be something completely different than what she was really. The Curse she was born with. That is what she called it. The thing that changed her life forever and set her on a different path from those around her. “When we were fourteen.”

I walked to the far stall, went inside, and locked it. The silence hit me like a wall. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I wasn't a good person. I knew that now. I was a liar and a predator, and I was enjoying it. I was enjoying the way I was dismantling David Petrov’s life piece by piece. A wave of sudden, violent frustration washed over me. I turned to the tiled wall and pulled back my fist. Thump.

I was listening to the same song that I listened to every morning when I ran along this path, Ruelle’s “Game of Survival.” I had the song on a loop. I loved the beat. There was just something about this song that helped me to free my mind. I pushed myself harder as I ran along the path, loving the power that I felt contained within my body. Since I had gotten here, I could feel myself growing stronger physically. Now I just had to work on getting myself stronger mentally! As I followed the path, through the pouring rain, my thoughts turned to a problem I had picked up on recently. I had become a little protective over the girls I shared a room with. The girls and I had been spending more and