Inside Out 2 Anxiety Character Novels & Stories

She was quiet and smiled occasionally when pack members or leaders greeted us. Alex was going crazy because he was worried about his mate, he was really very anxious that something was wrong with her and I felt her getting panicked, but I didn't care because she had brought everything upon herself. She was so calm from the outside that no one would know she was panicking from the inside.

$$$*$$$*$$$ We’ve been inside Markus’s car for two minutes waiting just outside the restaurant when I felt the same cool sense of anxiety running up my spine. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, looking at myself through the rearview mirror. My reflection looked back at me and I can’t help but think I didn’t look like myself at all. Even though the only difference was the blonde wig, I don’t think I deserve to be Mattel anymore. Especially with having two demons growing inside of me. “Would he really just let it go? Just like that?” Markus smirked at me, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, “Of course, Mattel.”

"I've been losing control lately, and it's getting worse... I took a risk, and now I'm seeing the consequences." "Stop talking like that!" I raise my voice, feeling my blood bubbling and my heart beating desperately against my chest. I scratch my throat and chest... this anxiety threatens to tear me apart entirely. "Can't you use normal words like a normal person?" "Well, what can I say, Scarlett? I'm not a normal person." He looks offended, and my chest hurts from having sounded so harsh. "I'm trying to reason about it, but you don't want to understand."

he cannot let anxiety sink its sharpest fangs to suck into his mind. Ryan watches Ethan, the dishevelled CEO with his disapproving graze, carefully tapping a finger against his lips, "Okay, okay! Learn to talk less, Mr. Miller," the command for his assistant to keep his thoughts to himself. Closing around the cool metal of the USB, Ryan's fingers reach out, synthetic whispers of a portal to love, of all kinds of love, "If you have any suggestions," his voice cautious, "I'm all ears. But until then, why waste precious time worrying when it won't change a thing? I'd rather keep the anxiety at bay, shut it out of the world we've now created."

What’s his office? I ask looking sideways behind some room that might be his. Anastasia points to the last door in the hallway and smiles when she notices my expression, the room is so isolated that I hardly see the door. - He’s the reserved type, the quieter the better. I nod and walk towards the room she sent, feeling my heart almost leaving the mouth of such distress. I stop in front of the wooden door and knock twice in a row. My heart beats decompensated and I feel like fainting at any time, I have always been an anxious person, especially in adolescence, unfortunately I suffered in advance and it just hindered me and made me get stuck by fears without foundation.

Everything is in order. It should mean peace but I don’t feel it. Something sits wrong in my chest, a low, restless pressure that refuses to fade out. Grimm feels it too. He prowls uneasily inside me, snarling low. He only acts like this when something important is out of place. Anxiety isn’t something I know well. I don’t indulge it. I don’t feel it without reason. There is no threat I can sense, no danger reported, but the feeling persists anyway, like something waiting just beyond reach.

But I complied. "I'm depressed because I'm... fat. And people can't accept that," I said, trying not to make eye contact. "Do you accept it yourself?" she asked, and I shook my head. "No. Their opinions have absorbed my mind. So now I believe every word they say," I told her, and she nodded, writing something down. "Tell me about your anxiety," she said. "I'm always anxious because I know people are staring. I know they're staring, but I don't know what they're thinking. But I always assume the worst," I admitted.

I started to feel a higher level of anxiety as it felt like being dragged to the dungeon. As I started to waiver, the warrior tossed me over his shoulder, “Sorry, Luna,” he mutters as the other warrior moves ahead putting in a code to open the safe room. He gently puts me down inside the room moving to leave me alone. “Wait! How will I get out?” I demand feeling nauseous being trapped in here.

"You are there for me Lua. By taking care of the house, the baby, and your mental happiness it left me room to focus on myself as well. You haven't done anything that needs apologizing for. I just didn't want to share my anxiety with you until I had it under control. I grew up so privileged. I never went through a hard time. Everything was handed to me on a silver platter until I overthrew my father and took over the pack. Even then I had the packs respect, support, and help so it wasn't too much of a struggle. This is the first time I've even had anxiety in my life so it has been tough for me to even try being honest about it to you or anyone. Not even Kai knows." "As someone who's had Anxi

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.