I Didn't Know My Own Strength Novels & Stories

“To admit that you need help, and to seek it out. It is not something everyone is willing to do.” He gave a small, somewhat self-deprecating smile. “It was not easy. For a long time, I thought asking for help was a sign of weakness—something my father would have looked down on. But I have learned that true strength is being willing to face the parts of yourself that are broken, and trying to fix them instead of hiding them or letting them hurt others.”

‘Weak…powerless…you need to be stronger…’ Voices fill my head and buried memories are unearthed. My mind returned to the Celts Coven, when I was powerless, helpless and weak against my mates. I couldn't continue like this. Not here, not when I could get to the forest and prove them wrong. I needed to be strong! I pulled his arm away from my neck with a power I didn't know resided within me, and gritted, “You know nothing about me.”

Even with what I know about myself. "Why would I do this for attention? I have never been weak before. I do not like it. I just want to go back to normal." I say as I tear up slightly. I definitely did not mean to tear up saying just once sentence. If I am not careful then I am going to end up blowing my secret. I really have never been weak in my life. I have always been one of the strongest once my age. I worked hard for that status and it is something that I was not ready to give up just yet.

And I was done letting people use me and throw me away. A strange feeling came over me then. It started in my chest and spread outward warm, solid, unshakeable. It was a strength. Real strength. Not the fake kind I had been pretending to have. Not the fragile kind that shattered at the first sign of trouble. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and opened my laptop. If I was going to stay, if I was going to fight, I needed to be smart. I needed to become someone new. Someone stronger. Someone who wouldn't be pushed around anymore.

I thought of every possible thing I could've said, everything I could've done differently. Y'know how something happens to you and after it's done you think of everything you could have said? That was what I was going through. I could've pleaded, I could've simply stepped into his arms and used the mate bond against him. I didn't though, I didn't because I was weak. This fact was beginning to dawn on me, how I lacked true strength.

I picked myself up and recoiled when he was bringing up another hand to hit my face. "SAVE ME , SOMEONE SAVE ME " I pleaded in her mind, even when I know no one would come, even though I know no one would hear me. I have always talked in my mind,but only when I was venting and when I was going through a lot, but no one ever came. I knew it was silly and no one would hear what I am thinking thinking in my mind, but it had somehow gave me strength, knowing I have something to hide from everyone. My own thoughts, I need the courage and strength this night again, so I did it again, I spoke to myself. Maybe , just maybe the strength will come , although most of the time I found strength, but that

At the time, I thought she was exaggerating to try to give me confidence or something. I had been told my entire life I was too weak to even be in the world. It would take more than a few minutes for me to believe that was completely wrong. I didn’t even know enough about my own kind to put my own strength into perspective. I didn’t even know if it only applied to strength or if it applied to my other powers, too. I could hardly test out my speed in the camp. I didn’t even know my special ability that Vanessa had talked about. All I knew was I needed help. I needed to learn to control it, all of it.

Am I really this weak? Have I fallen so low that someone like her can treat me like this? Anger burned deep inside me—at myself, at everything. No… I can’t keep being like this. I don’t want to be weak anymore. My fingers clenched tightly, something snapping inside me. I didn’t know where the strength came from, but this time— I pushed. Hard. “Get away from me!”

I searched his face, looking for the trap, the angle, the part where this would just become another moment that would splinter into a million pieces under the weight of reality. But instead, I found stillness. “Why do you want me here?” I asked finally. “I know strength when I see it. I know what it looks like when someone survives the kind of fire that should have burned them down… strength forged in fire and shadow.” Something in me went very still. I’d heard a lot of things about myself over the years … words that said I was weak, a mistake, an embarrassment. But no one had ever said that. “You’re the first to ever say that to me,” I murmured.

Over and over. You could be stronger than any man alive but there was difference between having strength and having fight. I had strength. What I didn’t have for so long was the fight. I’d lost it somewhere along the way. Maybe it was watching my friends die, the people I cared for die, watched as they all crumbled and yet I had to still be alive. My strength was useless without fight.