Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

Do they think I'm overstepping my role? I shake my head, dismissing the thoughts. There's no way for me to read their minds, so there's no point in trying. I ignore them, listening to Brandon chatter excitedly about the nuances of his performance.

Let her rummage around in my brain and heart. With a sinking feeling, I shook my head. I couldn't do it. No one got that close. Not anymore.

" I thought I was the only one who was an over-thinker ." I looked across and smiled at Toby. " Welcome back to the land of the living. I hope you were lost in peaceful dreams. I am an over-thinker. I just like to process things and get into my head. Sometimes I get stuck in my head and I can't get out but when I do get out I sound normal, I don't have my head voice on. "

Her face drained from color in fright. “Oh my God! What just happened? What… Have I just done? I… I actually hugged you? On my own? No! Zachary, I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that. My mind was just… Not working properly all of a sudden. Well… Uh… Four years ago, I hurt my head, and sometimes I’d lose my mind a little and do something completely weird, just like what happened moments ago. Zachary, you have to believe me…”

The pain on my head annoyingly kept coming back. I was hung over. Gosh, last night was a disaster. I could remember the events that happened last night. I'd gone from eating popcorn in my old sweatpants and watching serial killer documentaries to walking into some night club and getting drunk. And throwing up. The thought causes me to wince in pain and I facepalm myself in embarrassment. " Look who finally woke up, " Lauren said as she walked in and I looked at her " I am never letting you drink again "

“Sorry we’ve been spending so much time in that abandoned city. We need to stay there so I can figure out everything I need to figure out. Her smile faded as she got a good look at me. “Okay, what’s wrong? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because you look like you just walked out of a horror movie.” I let out a breath and crossed my arms over my chest. “Do you ever feel like… maybe you’re in way over your head?” Simone blinked, head tilting. “Uh, yeah. Like, every other day. Why?” “I mean really over your head,” I pressed. “Like… no matter what you do, you can’t fix it. And maybe it’s only going to get worse.”

Who could the person be and how did they find out about it? I couldn't help but wonder what was going on, and my head started to hurt from all the thinking. I just wish all this would be over as soon as possible

I’ve missed the deadline. I am totally screwed…. I say and bang my head against the desk. I completely lost track of time and days here. But then I come up with an idea that might turn out to be the biggest mistake I’ve made. I decide to call Tyson.

I started to say and I watched as he nodded his head at me a little. I suddenly didn’t know what to actually say. This same thing happens to me a whole lot. It was as if each time I got asked about a particular thing, everything that was previously in my head was all going to fly out of my head in the next second, leaving me to my empty head and black mind, it always happens every damn time to my annoyance. Sadly, the only thing still in my head at the moment was the fact that I still wanted to go on my knees and take him into my mouth – but then there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to do that, I was going to have to faint before I’d be able to that to begin with.

Even in college, I was never good at it. In fact, it has gotten worse now that I’m a bit older. There was no one else to blame. I was the idiot who came up with this idea. I was the one who called everyone just because of some good news. That night out was fun but it always comes with terrible consequences. Yes, I’m referring to this fucking migraine. This fucking hangover. When I’d finally gathered enough strength, I slowly pushed myself up to sit. The blanket slid off my neck. I couldn’t remember a single thing from last night.