paranoid - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
He looked at the phone bill, it was higher than last month. She must have someone new to call, a lover maybe. That made a lot of sense, last week she bought new make-up and had her hair done. His heart sank, she was leaving him and there was nothing he could do. Of course she'd say he was being paranoid again, but he couldn't ignore the signs, not when they were this clear.
He glanced at the hands, bulging in their pockets. He could tell there was some kind of weapon in there. Maybe it was a knife or a small pistol. So he asked her to take her hands out and show him what was in them. There was nothing, and now the pockets laid flat and empty. The doctor had described him as paranoid, maybe he was right.
Marvin would sulk when they described him as paranoid. He knew they talked about him whenever he wasn't there and hid his stuff when he wasn't looking. He wasn't going to get sucked in by their 'let's be friends act.'
As she entered the cafeteria she saw the girls in a huddle around the table, whispering, in cahoots, as thick as thieves. They were talking about her again. Or perhaps they were planning a get together without her. Maybe one of them fancied her boyfriend and they were plotting how to steal him from her. Then one of the group caught her eye and beckoned her over with a smile. "Jen! We're just planning Halloween, you must come to my party!"
You’re all full of schemes and rebellions, crazy with fear and paranoia, even jealousy.
He carefully double wrapped his sandwiches in cling film with a dusting of flour in between. That way if anyone tampered with his food he would see the disturbance in the flour and know not to eat it.
Grace didn't like the doctor. He was thin and ginger, that's all she needed to know. His voice came out like he had a grass reed for a tongue and he was too skinny. He walked like his legs were stilts with a hinge at the knees. When he spoke she stared at his head, "Too small," she thought, he can't get much of a brain in there. She wanted to reach right out of her bed and snatch the concerned look right off his freckled face. A strong slap might do though. She wanted to block his words right out but the nurse was looking and she didn't want to appear rude.
"Mrs Davey, I have been doing some checking around and we have found you the private bed you requested. I have asked my good friend the lead surgeon to take your case, you're going to be in excellent hands. Is there anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable?" Grace's fist curled under the blanket. She knew now why she hated him. He was just like that guy she'd dated back in school. Untrustworthy filthy liar.