Scared Of My Own Image Song Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mina, please, you have to come with me! I struggled to get up, but my right hand was completely destroyed. The slightest movement sent searing pain shooting through it. My back throbbed and burned. Every breath tugged at the wounds. Ethan finally looked shaken as he watched the scene unfold. He stepped forward to help me up, but I pulled away. "Don't touch me." My voice came out hoarse and laced with the taste of blood. "Ethan, the moment you believed her over me, our mate bond was already broken."

But I didn't look back. I opened the door to the bedroom and stood there, dripping water on the floor, breathing hard, and trying to think and figure things out. He walked into the doorway behind me and stopped a few feet away. He said, "You don't have to be afraid of me." I touched the tattoo with my fingers again. I said in a low voice, "I'm scared of myself." The air stopped moving. His voice got lower and steadier. "You are safe here." I slowly turned my head so that I could see his eyes.

“None of us think you did.” Silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating. I look down at my hands, at the small scars on my knuckles, and wonder if there will ever be a version of me that feels whole again. My body still aches, but it’s the fear curling tight in my chest that hurts the most. Fear of myself. Fear of what they’re saying. Fear that the next time, I won’t stop. That whatever controls me now will win. “I don’t feel like me anymore,” I whisper.

I said and tapped on the song 🎵🎶 "I'm tired of my thoughts They weigh me down, feels like I'm drowning I'm tired of my flaws, they fill me with anxiety and I Honestly, I'm done with hating pictures of myself And tryna be like everybody else I wanna be like, look like The girl in the mirror Wanna act like, dance like No one's watching her I could try to be just like you But I wanna be like me The girl in the mirror The girl in the mirror The Girl in the Mirror" I played the song and did a little drama in front of my mirror before finally entering the bathroom.

*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

I never blink an I as a painful memories came across my mind. From the scenario of me crying in a small room while regretting what I have done. From seeing my bestfriend looking at me emotionless... "I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams~"

Why did I bring it back if he's definitely gonna throw it away. I looked at Manny who stared weirdly at Gray. " You heard me." Gray glares at Manny. Manny nods and walk out with the phone. " You really..." " It's fine." He takes two steps and he's standing right in front of me. Inches apart. I wanted to move back but my legs weren't obliged to. " Why are you scared of me?" He asks, not breaking the eye contact. " I'm not..." I stutter. I'm not really scared of him , I'm just scared of myself. Freddie's incident left a scar in me.

One minute is enough I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go I stopped and open my eyes; I swallowed a lump of my saliva when they just stared at me. Gosh did I sing badly? Why are they looking at me intently? “You should just become a singer rather than model” West joked

🎶 And i have never had someone to call my own, I've been looking for a real one to hold on to 🎶 MARSHMELLO FT KHALID- SILENCE Oh shit Instinctively, without even turning around, my hand's shot up to cover my face, in case of any impending strikes on my body. Spilling my milkshake and dropping my food on the gravel that was damp with dew. "I'm sorry, the nurse told me I wasn't stable enough to stay at school so I went home, I'm so so s-sorry, please don't hit me" I whimpered in fear hoping he might have mercy since we were in public.

Heartbeats fast Colors and promises How to be brave How can I love when I'm afraid to fall That voice. I turned my head around to get a better view of the person who owns that nostalgic voice, only to spot someone who is utterly familiar to me. It was Lance Anderson. Lance sat on the center stage, plucking that acoustic guitar as he displayed his impressive vocal quality with such ease. But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow One step closer I have died every day, waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years