Истории Losingyourmind

Each week, I would ask how she was doing and each time Marie answered patiently with the same answer. "She's doing fine. She's relaxed right now." I could never tell if it was a good answer or not. When a month was up, I asked about Scout's chances of waking up. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rake, but her chances are not good. For her case, each day the chances decreased, and by now, there is almost no chance." "No!" I shouted at her. "She will!" She knew I was going to react like that and took my shouting calmly. "I'm sorry, sir. But it would be easier if-" "No! I won't do it! I won't give up on her!"

"No!" I shrieked, attempting to pull away from him. "I won't go with you! I can't!" "And why not?" "I have to go home!" "And where would that be?" "It's..." I struggled to remember. "Chicago?" I think I heard one of them mention that city. Devan just laughed. "Not anymore." He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, "Welcome to London." *book one of Losing Your Mind*

UPDATED CONSTANTLY !! a collection of poetry and prose from a psyche worn and demented. the majority of these poems, though not all, were written at a very low and dark time. this collection is for all the masochists with no answer to their incessant 'why 's', the ones who have looked death straight in its eyes and find the fear feels anticlimactic, the broken hearts and the fractured heads, the bags of flesh who find it so hard to get out of bed when the alarm calls forth, the people whose brains have unraveled like a ball of yarn and now hangs in a lonely noose around their neck. this is for the self-proclaimed maniac, the seeker of authenticity, the repressed hypersexual, the deluded pagan. this is my account of fading to nothing. may it inspire you to share yours. sincerely, lemyn victoria

"You kidnapped me!" She shouted. "You are going to use me so you can kill my father just like I had killed yours!" "What?" Melly exclaimed. I pushed Scout off of me. She immediately jumped to her feet, but then lost her balance and leaned on the bed for support, a hand pressed over the injury on her chest. "You've weakened me so I can't fight," She said. Then she looked up and glared at me, looking me dead in the eyes and said, "I'm going to kill you." *Part two of the Losing Your Mind series* *Do not read unless you've read Amnesia*