Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

Maia asked me. I bit my lip and just shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I am, I mean.” I shook my head. I felt like a crazy bitch now, laughing and so confused about what was feeling, but then, yeah. Maybe that’s it. I’m just confused. “It’s overwhelming, Maia. I-I just can’t believe that this is happening…” I said as I stared into the wall blankly.

I call out in agony, putting my hands over my head. Whatever it was, it’s gone now. And I am lost.

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."

She scratched the back of her head, buying herself a second, but her mind went completely blank. Think. Think. Say something. But nothing came. Panic began to climb up her spine. Thankfully, Jay stepped in at once. “Nichole had a minor accident,” he said smoothly. “She hit her head against the steering wheel. The doctor said she suffered a slight concussion.” Maya gasped. “Oh my God.” She rushed closer and reached gently toward Honey’s head. “My poor baby, you must have been in so much pain.” Honey flinched dramatically. “Ouch... it still hurts a little.”

And somewhere in my already overwhelmed mind, one thought keeps circling over and over, like a broken record. What the actual hell just happened?

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.

Just data. But as the elevator ascended toward the sixty-fourth floor, I knew I was lying to myself. The data was clear: I was in way over my head.

"Stupid obsessive fans." I shook my head in confusion. Why do I feel like something weird is about to happen?

SHARON I rolled and twisted on the sheets, my hair was in a mess, the duvet was on the ground, I looked like I had just gotten hit by a truck. I stood up and tried to walk, but I was hit by an annoyingly stinging pain in my head. The hangover was worse than I had expected. I sat down on the bed and wrapped my hands around my body. “Oh I'm such an idiot!” I said in anger What I would give to turn back time and undo everything that happened. Why did I have to drink so much and turn into a complete fool?