Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

. Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 23😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "I should stop? Nat, when will you stop being so afraid of him? I know what he's doing to you but why won't you talk". He yells at me. "That asshole of a stepbrother is just using your fear against you by doing those horrible things".

I just keep staring at the blood. “Alpha!” Still, I’m transfixed. “Darius! Enough!” Lucas grabs my wrist, which I didn’t even notice was trembling. I blink and see a huge gash down Justin’s face. He’s screaming. Mara’s screaming. I let Lucas take the blade from me. I hear the ping of the blade as it drops to the ground. Lucas grabs my face with his hands. I look at him in his hazel eyes, trying to focus on him. “This isn’t you, Darius. This isn’t who you are.”

I crashed to the floor and felt some of the dirt in my nose. All I could hear were the guns spawning out their bullets as pained cries echoed about the room. Above me, the smoke the bullets left behind clouded my vision the same way the cutting shrieks of pain and the sound of guns started to fill my ears at this a brutal show of betrayal and mutiny.

"Lyra, let's go get our marriage license. We'll have the wedding party tomorrow." She pushed him off, calm but firm. "I'm not marrying you. You'll just break my heart. I'm wishing to never see you again." Joel froze, his whole body trembling. He grabbed her hand, eyes red. "I won't hurt you. I've changed..." He reached for her, but she stepped back, flashed a cold, mocking smile—and vanished like smoke. Joel crumpled, sobbing like he'd never sobbed before. When he finally opened his eyes, the sting of disinfectant hit hard.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

But you're different, Can you feel it? I want you to see, The person I see you to be. You're not alone, I see you. Are you scarred? What do you fear? Come closer, I'll tell you a story, And wash all your fears away. Do you see the stars? Billions upon billions of them, Yet you shine the brightest. You're a special kind of star, One that never dies. Are you broken? Come closer let's compare scars. Your heart hurts right? Mine does too,

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

I tear the fabric from her torso, the last remnants of her pride falling away with it. Her battered skin is laid bare, and the scars tell a story I don’t yet understand. Written in pain, in blood. And for a moment, I hate them, the scars. Not because they make me sick, but because they make me feel… something else. Something raw. Something burning deep inside me. I lean in, close enough to feel her breath hitch against my lips. It was hot and quick. "These scars," I hiss. "Are they proof of your lies? Or are they the remnants of your sins?"

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"