Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

I shook my head and laughed quietly to myself, I didn't want to entertain this idea anymore and just kept moving. I tried not to let my head get clouded by any thoughts, I tried to not consider what could or could not have happened. Everything was fine, everything was alright, everything was okay. I was just tired, stressed, sad, and overwhelmed. It was all just a huge misunderstanding. Nothing else. I wish.

But telling him the truth felt impossible. I rubbed my temple, trying to think of something to say, but it was like my mind was moving too fast to catch up with my mouth. "I just—I don’t know." I mumbled, my hands now nervously gripping the edge of my glass. "I think I’m just overwhelmed."

OLIVIA Ever imagined the sensation of a massive brick wall falling on your head or the impact of a truck hitting you, sending you flying over the road with your head colliding against a hard concrete wall? That's precisely what I feel right now. It's like the brick is repeatedly crashing onto my head, and the little guy in my head, meant to catch the brick, is preoccupied trying to piece together everything that happened last night.

he brooded, “I didn’t want to do it this way.” My face scrunches up in confusion before I feel something smack the back of my head, and then everything goes dark.

Margaret insisted, her words only deepening my confusion. Solution? What was she talking about? I couldn't even grasp the nature of the problem, let alone possess any solution. The frustration surged within me, and I groaned, running my hands through my hair in exasperation. This whole situation had spiraled into a chaotic mess, and I was caught in the center, grappling with my own ignorance.

Why would she have that? How would he even.. “No,” I whispered. “I’m overthinking. It’s not the only necklace in the world.” My voice sounded distant in my own ears. I scratched my head, my pulse in my throat. “I’m definitely going crazy.”

Urgh! I groan out and bump my head on the wheel as a wave of frustration washes over me. He’s suddenly all over in my head and I can not push him out of it! And I want nothing but to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the life out of him- while I -

I mumbled as I hurriedly got up, only to be hit by a hard wave of vertigo that sent me to the floor. ‘Motherfucker!” I! WILL! NEVER! DRINK! AGAIN! Why hasn’t anybody mentioned anything about hangover? It was terrible. I got up and walked to the door, I needed to see if I was in a hotel or what! I took steady slow steps while clutching my head and opened the door. The familiar walls of my bosses’ apartment stared at me. NO! WAY!

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. Who does that? I had literally just told him through those stupid words that there would be more fucking. And there wouldn’t! I’m done. I made a mistake and I’m not losing control of myself ever again. What the fuck is that? High school? Oh, that fucking phone. Oh, my fucking fingers. Oh, that fucking man that scrambled my senses and made me lose all my sense of reasoning.

:Hang over A terrible headache woke me up. When I looked around the room, there was no one there. I sat up in bed and paused for a moment as dizziness washed over me. Damn it. I barely remember half of what happened last night. Slowly, I got up and made my way downstairs. Lily was in the kitchen, preparing something, while Amelia was sprawled on the couch, looking like she was on the verge of death. "Hey," I called out.