Going Crazy の小説・ストーリー

I walk through and look at him; he looks up and smiles. "You're crazy; you do realise that, right?" I look at him feeling irritated. "No, I'm not." He laughs nodding, pointing to the list. "These business ideas, prove you wrong, you have a business, so this right here is you been crazy." I look at him shaking my head. "I'm not crazy, stop calling me crazy." I look at him, why is he calling me crazy? It makes me feel crazy. I lift the sheet of paper and move it away from him.

ame. By nine-thirty, Alli's hands were shaking so badly she nearly spilled the lukewarm co#ee in her lap. The dark liquid sloshed precariously, threatening to stain her jeans, astain she couldn't bear to add to the already messy canvas of the day. She set the mug down with a clatter, the sound jarring in the quiet apartment.

His eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. "Crazy! They're completely crazy!"

"You're crazy…" I was cut off by her. She grabbed my shirt roughly. “You call me crazy… then I'll show you crazy”

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

I hissed. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I think I'm going crazy," he murmured into my ears. "My mind is a mess. I don't know what I'm doing. I think you've drugged me with something. Get it out of my system I beg of you." His breath ghosted my skin. I struggled against his hold, “I don’t know what you are talking about. Let me go you brute!” he’s crazy. He might look normal but he’s definitely crazy because he’s spilling nonsense.

I muttered, stubbing out my cigarette. I headed into my bathroom, needing a shower to clear my head. The water hit my skin like a rush of calm, but it couldn’t wash away the frustration bubbling inside me. Mr Chapman I really can't believe my wife is saying this to me right now. This is definitely so infuriating. "Don't you dare tell me that, woman! you spoiled that son of yours that he now walks out when I am talking to him!"I roared while pacing round the room from end to end.

I yelled, clenching my hand in a fist. The woman seemed a bit taken aback by my outburst. “Ugh! I’m such a fucking fool!” I screamed again. Everything was a fucking mess! The ambulance was yet to come, my car was missing, we were stuck deep in the suburbs, and my Grandma's life was hanging by a thread. I bit my lips until I tasted blood. My eyes frantically shifted, searching for something. Anything. A solution. Suddenly, I heard a car approaching from a distance. Without a second thought, I rushed into the rain towards the street.

Needy. Too hot. Too dizzy. And completely out of control.