Inside Out 2 Anxiety Character Novels & Stories

Pressing my hand against my chest, I started to heave, fighting the anxiety that overcame me. I wasn't going to let it get to me. I wasn't going to fucking let the anxiety dictate my next action, so I decided to walk back in there. Fuck it, I said in my mind. I could survive this. What was the worst thing to happen? I'd encountered people who didn't receive me well on the road with Ingrid. So definitely, I could cross this hurdle. I made my way back in, taking in a few deep breaths as I did. I made a silent prayer for Edward to appear out of nowhere so he could help me out of there.

But not only that, there’s plenty of more negative feelings floating inside of me, I just don’t know how to name them. A few hours go by slowly and I'm still all alone in here losing my mind and making a hole in the floor with the way my feet jump up and down with anxiety, until someone comes and tells me Anya is starting to come out of the anestesia. "Can I go see her?" I ask, the nurse looks unsure. I groan and stand up to walk towards her with the intension of begging, but I think she gets intimidated by me because she takes a step back.

I brought my thumb to my mouth and bit my nail out of anxiety as I kept thinking. I probably would, I chewed the thumbnail. Because of that bitch, Sitara, I couldn’t get an answer from Koen about being his mate. And I was so close too! So damn close, it was just a sentence away. I took my thumb out and rubbed my hand over my chest. I kept feeling queasy because of all the anxiety and nervousness I was feeling. There was a storm inside of my head, that was affecting my heart as well and it just wouldn’t die down. And I knew it wasn’t going away either, not after knowing what I had proven myself to be.

I went inside the attached room with Christian's room and sat on the bed. "Everything will be fine," I muttered and rubbed my chest as my anxiety increased with every passing second. I went towards the window after hearing the sound of a car and its horn. I look outside, carefully hiding behind curtains. Satan was hopping out of his car but what surprised me was that he was alone. He didn't bring Alice with him. My anxiety rose when I saw his face after a month... All the harsh memories and torture he did to me started flashing in front of my eyes. Tears rolled from my eyes and I started breathing heavily.

But I was beyond reason, my anxiety spiraling out of control. I took a step back, my chest heaving with exertion, and examined the door more closely. It was as if it had been sealed shut, impervious to my energy. A sense of unease crept over me, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Why was I being trapped? And by whom? Alessia's voice cut through my thoughts, "We need to conserve our energy. We don't know what's on the other side of that door." I nodded, taking a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart. But my anxiety lingered, refusing to be silenced.

I don't know what to think anymore and I am just being consumed by fear and despair. Outside the room, I heard several voices, seemingly in a conversation. My anxiety has overpowered me once more. What do they want of me? Are the two men from the coffee shop earlier involved in this? Is the cab driver with them? Why? Are they going to assault me? A number of questions have been bothering me, but I can't seem to find the right response to this one.

He places his hands around my ears and makes me face him. I nod my head at him. Apparently, I was so worried and anxious that I forgot I was being a burden on him. I'm no help here. I can neither fight nor I can use a weapon. The rest of the car ride is silent. I can only hear the fast beating of my heart. Negative thoughts flood in. My treacherous mind creates different frames of pictures with the worst possible outcomes, making me feel more anxious. I already have my heart in my hand. —-

As I toss the peeler in the sink, I mentally wrap the past hour up in a ball, throw it in a dark closet in the recesses of my mind, and lock the door. When I was younger, I daydreamed about a house with hundreds of rooms, but now my brain is a hallway with a bunch of locked and barricaded doors. I don’t think I’m any different than most folks. That’s just life and growing up. You’ve got to keep going however you can, and you’ve got to be pragmatic. “Did you ask Liam to borrow the truck?” Annie interrupts me again. Her anxiety is working overtime today. She gets this way when her routine is going to change. She hates it, but she can’t chill out, either.

And if there was one thing she had no property to talk about, it was precisely this subject. - Inside I'm desperate. This is my burden. Everything I carry is in here. - She pointed to her own chest. - It's either in my heart, or it's somewhere in my head. Right now I want to cry, but I'm holding myself back, the first reason being that I'm not alone. I don't consider myself sensitive, I don't cry very often, however when I cry I end up screaming too. I don't say anything, I let the screaming speak for me. I can't let it shake my family at a time like this, especially Matt. He has anxiety, however it is not that aggravating, his is more based on some fears like shame, but I know that if he kn

A hot lead lodged in Joe’s upper chest, making him feel as though his surroundings were spinning and turning dark all of a sudden. “Shhh… don’t cry,” Joe whispered before he could close his eyes to Mia who was screaming hysterically while crying under his body. *** The car Jaxon was driving stopped in front of the Coffee Bean Cafe building. His hands clenched at his sides as his feet stepped out and stood in the middle of the parking lot. With his shoulders visibly tensed, Jaxon looked around, while his heart pounding and feelings of anxiety surged until he felt like he was about to burst into emotion.