Why Am I Suddenly Stumbling Over My Words นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Maybe Roger wasn't the one who killed Edmund at all. … Sleepless nights became my norm. No remedy worked, so one evening I followed a random suggestion online: try watching movies to fall asleep. I played a video about the stammer. When the actor said, "There are front stutterers and back stutterers…" I bolted upright in bed. The skit explained: a front stutterer struggles with the first few words of a sentence, but once those come out, the rest flows smoothly. A back stutterer, by contrast, falters at the end.

My jaw trembled as the absolute weight of his intense words crashed over my mind, making my chest heave for air. I opened my mouth, but my throat felt completely dry, and the words got stuck right behind my teeth. "I... I..." I stammered out awkwardly, my face flushing a deep crimson color as I completely lost my ability to form a proper sentence under his dark, burning gaze.

He just slightly lift his head to look at Kalyx, and bringing it back down again when he saw the anger in the taller boy's face. "That's why they're laughing at you. You're too shy. What are you so shy about? You're a very pretty boy. Why does it seem like you find it so hard to speak?" Sidhiel doesn't know what to answer. He, himself doesn't know why. All he know is that he stutters when someone talks to him. Specially when it's his mom. His stuttering gets worse. "C'mon, say 'Jack'", Kalyx encouraged.

My heartbeat accelerated at a low speed as those guys watched me, softening the gaze he was giving me. "Ahm ... did I say anything?" I ask and try if to get through. "Yes, you whisper something. I just don't have the chance to hear it cleverly. What is it again?" he was really trying to figure out what I was saying so I was already burning inside. Why is it so impulsive of my mouth, suddenly speak alone? "What ... you have something to say, after all, you have to say I hahaha," that's an awkward move, I don't know but I'm suddenly embarrassed in front of her.

The floor seems to tilt very gently to one side and then correct itself and then tilt again. I open my mouth to say something. I don't know what. The bottle slips from my fingers. And then the floor comes up and I don't feel it when I hit it.

Then harder topics like politics and money. Normally, talking to Adrian was not this hard. I had worked at a small food place for years, so talking to people was something I was good at. But now, with all this pressure… and that kiss the other night that I could not stop thinking about… it was too much. I kept mixing up my words. I kept stopping in the middle of my sentences. The more time went on, the worse it got. I felt like a young girl stumbling over her words in front of the school’s most handsome boy while the strictest teacher stared her down.

I muttered, rubbing my palms together slowly before clapping them once. "What about it?" he asked. "Wait... are you hurt?" His confusion quickly shifted into concern. He moved, lifting his foot like he was about to step closer. "No, stop!" I said awkwardly. "But you are..." "I wasn’t hurt," I cut him off. "I was trying to say... my hands shake sometimes, and my body too, in important moments. Well, even in unimportant ones." My words stumbled out clumsily. I sighed, then kept going. Oliver stayed quiet, watching me with confusion.

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

The words tripped over themselves before I could organize them into anything useful. Then I stopped. Because I didn't even know what I was trying to say anymore. My shoulders dropped slowly; "That day…" I started, voice lower now. "When you kissed me…" The words felt strange out loud. “I think you got the wrong idea about me. I’m not…” I stopped again. The word refused to come out. I exhaled heavily, frustration building inside me as I tried again. “I’m not… I mean, I’m not—” My eyes squeezed shut tightly, my jaw tensing as I struggled to say it, annoyed at myself for not being able to finish such a simple sentence.

This war is so much bigger than my stupid problems. I laid in the tub a while just trying to think of what could be wrong with me. Why couldn't I say the words? Why can't I still? I physically could not say them no matter how hard I tried even now. I couldn't even speak them to myself. I have never had this happen before. I sunk my head under the water. The hot water helped to calm my nerves. I stayed in the tub just thinking for a while. I didn't come out till my fingers were pruney and the water was almost cold. I wrap the towel around myself and then I felt it.