Toxicdynamics Stories

"You think you're the only one drowning here, Evangeline? Look closely. We're both swallowing the same poison. The only difference is I scream, and you go quiet." Jay is a walking storm. Consumed by an explosive, unpredictable rage and fueled by a destructive reliance on whatever street drugs and prescription pills can numb the noise, he's one strike away from losing everything. Forced into a specialized outpatient group therapy program, he has no intention of getting better, he just wants to be left alone in the dark. Then there is Evangeline. With her dark hair, light hazel eyes, and a quiet demeanor that hides a crushing depression, she is a ghost in her own life. Coping through self-harm and her own heavy dependency on prescription medication, she views the therapy sessions as nothing more than a mandatory waiting room for the end. At first, they are toxic triggers for each other, his loud outbursts shatter her fragile peace, and her silent withdrawal infuriates his volatile temper. But as they are forced to sit across from one another week after week, a dangerous, unspoken understanding forms. In a world that demands they heal on a strict schedule, they become each other's only anchor. Together, they form a desperate pact to survive the night, trading the temporary relief of a chemical escape for the terrifying reality of feeling everything. But when two broken souls lean on each other to stand, the line between recovery and relapse becomes razor-thin.

Tori Vega is used to playing the supporting role in everyone else's drama. Between a turbulent home life and the constant, explosive crossfire of Jade and Beck's relationship, Tori has become the unwilling bridge holding everyone together. But even bridges have a weight limit. When a final, brutal argument pushes her past the point of no return, Tori does the unthinkable: she goes silent. As she blocks out the noise and the people who took her for granted, Beck is left to wonder: did they lose their best friend because they were too busy fighting each other to notice she was drowning?

"They say Meteor City is a city of outcasts, a junkyard for the forgotten. They were right. In that world of filth, the only thing that mattered was survival-and I survived because I had Feitan by my side. We were a pair of sharpened blades until the day he vanished without a word. I thought the silence meant he was dead. I used that silence to claw my way out of the trash heaps and build a new life as an elite assassin, far from the smell of rot. But you can't bury the past in a junkyard. Ten years later, he appeared like a nightmare from a previous life. He isn't the boy I knew; he is colder, unrecognizable, and twice as deadly. Feitan doesn't look at me with the eyes of the child who shared my bread; he looks at me like a prized interrogation subject. He has spent a decade in the dark becoming the world's most dangerous criminal, and he's decided he's tired of being alone. He isn't asking me to come back. He is reclaiming what belongs to him, and he won't stop until I'm drowning in the same hell that created him."

Mia Kent is a resilient girl dealing with toxic family dynamics while living the hectic Mexico City. She is born into an abusive family. Her mother, Helga, has borderline crises that change Mia's life utterly and without warning. These episodes come as messy divorces, new boyfriends, new zip codes, degrees, money scandals or mental breakdowns. She grows up thinking manipulation, violence, absence, blackmail, passive aggression, and an ignorant bliss are the secrets to a good life. When Helga goes M-I-A, Mia is left to deal with loneliness in an on and off living alone situation since she is 13. Pulling off a master plan to avoid anyone finding out about her situation. Mia eventually finds herself at a crossroads where she will have to decide what voice to believe, the one that keeps her thinking she is destined to be that which she fears she will never get out of, or the one that keeps her having faith about her being so much more.

Inside the walls of Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital, one patient refuses to play by the rules. Her name is Serenity Mae Winslet. She's brilliant, at least, that's what she tells herself. But no matter how sharp her mind is, no one listens. No one believes her. And worst of all, someone is always watching. Her new therapist isn't like the others. He doesn't flinch at her games, doesn't rise to her provocations. He's cold, calculating, and far too perceptive. No matter how hard she pushes, he never loses control. But control is something she can't afford to lose. With every session, the walls seem to close in, and the line between patient and predator begins to blur. If she wants to escape, she'll have to outthink the man who already knows all her secrets. The question is.... can she?

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬-𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦: 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.