Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

“Or probably one of my mother’s workers. We aren’t close with our relatives.” Zeath sighs. “I seriously don’t know where we go from here.” True. Things are a bit hazy right now that it’s hard to concentrate. “We just take things as they come. No pressure.” No pressure, right. But I’m wrong, aren’t I? There’s too much pressure, and things aren’t ‘a bit hazy’. They’re too hazy. Too cloudy. Too smoky. Too much of everything that goes against concentration. I didn’t realize it before, but my head is a mess right now. Even using the word ‘mess’ is just a tip of the iceberg, as chaos upon chaos rumbles in my head. And the headache I felt earlier seems to persist.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I hate being hungover. My head pounded like a sledgehammer against my skull. I never let myself drink enough to get to this point—always kept it in check—but this was next level. Something was off. Wait. I never drank. I didn’t drink anything last night, did I?

should I be worried about what Ace has planned for me or should I be worried about the fact that I don't know anything about my past. "I don't know how to say this, I don't know where to start from, I'm going crazy right now I don't know.... my head is very f****** heavy, I don't understand my life anymore, I don't know anything and I'm very confused." I cried out. I am going insane.

I woke up to a searing pain in the back of my head. I couldn't even open my eyes. Shit! I have never felt this bad even when I was in college. I always limit my drinks when I am at a party except when I'm with Lisa. But even with my best friend, I hadn't felt this hung over. The whiskeys were very potent and I was an idiot for falling head-first into the trap laid out for me. I put both of my hands over my head. I heard someone closing on me. I couldn't even open my eyes and see who that was.

I tried holding unto my breath, but the reverse was the case that they flew farther. “O! What a life! I never saw this coming. This is so overwhelming for me”, I lamented, in a dejected tone. My head kept banging, as though someone held it tightly while hitting it aginst the wall. My eyes were hot, and peppery as if I cried a bucket of tears.

After blowing off my sister, I headed to my room to crash. But she wasn't done. She cornered me again, this time trying to drag me to a teacher for extra tutoring. "It's not too late to cram!" she insisted. I shook her hand off my arm. "Last-minute cramming is pointless. You go if you're so worried. I've got shows to watch." "Jenny, you're naturally smart, but you still shouldn't get careless." The words were a perfect echo from my last life. She was testing me, watching my face for any sign that I still trusted the cursed number floating over my head.

I pinballed between all of them, hoping someone was going to burst through with an idea but they all looked at me like I was speaking Jargon and they had nothing in their dumb skull. Shit, I was definitely cooked! I raised my head and Israel’s eyes were boring holes in my skull. The fuck!

would have been acceptable as they were common. But not Simz ! Am I overthinking things ? Shit, I guess I am. My head fucking hurts a lot now. I really need to start meditating again. I AM NOT A WEAK HEADED ALPHA WOLF !!!! Grrrrr.

would have been acceptable as they were common. But not Simz ! Am I overthinking things ? Shit, I guess I am. My head fucking hurts a lot now. I really need to start meditating again. I AM NOT A WEAK HEADED ALPHA WOLF !!!! Grrrrr.

"you were quite impressive and entertaining he said and that was the last straw cause I knew I messed up big time. I leaned back against the headboard, closing my eyes briefly. The headache was still there, dull but persistent. My body felt like it had been through more than sleep.