미친 Novels & Stories

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

" How are we even sure you're in college? I'm pretty sure you must have spent your tuition fee for crack, you sick fuck." " What!" Tina snaps. " What is even your problem? Well, yes, I used my tuition fee to buy crack, so fucking what? You act like you're perfect and fuck you, Lauren, you're not perfect. You're just another loser who's lonely. You are fucking your client, Lauren. How many other agents have you heard fucked their client? Maybe you should focus more attention on yourself and mind your fucking business. Why don't you try and help yourself first before you help me? You don't even have a boyfriend? You think Chase is your boyfriend? He's just another man who's fucking you because

But the fucker never did. Just when I thought I was about to pass out, he let go. I retched, throwing up the pizza slice as I tried to catch my breath. “You really don't listen, Darrel,” Aiden declares, clicking his tongue. “You're going to be much harder to tame than I thought.” Coughing, I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm. “What do you mean—” Aiden cuts me off with a hot smack against my cheeks. “You keep doing things I hate, Darrel. I really don't want to hurt you, but you—you keep pushing my buttons. Would it kill you to eat what I feed you?”

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

he stammered. I chuckled softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “Insane? No, Richard, that's a word too little to describe me. I’m just very, very psychotic, a maniacal deranged bi.tch. I've gone whacko, and I'm gonna show you just how sick I am. You’ve made a grave mistake, and now, you’ll pay the price. Your end is near, and it will be slow, it will be painful, and it will be at my hands.”

“Well then, this celebrity likes you.” The fun atmosphere subsided again. Mea’s greatly confused at the situation developing too fast. She has to revisit all the facts logically or she’ll end up overthinking. One thing you can’t do to a Mea Cristy del Bien is lead her mind to overthink. That might be a lie, but she likes convincing herself that way.

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------