Romans & histoires Scared Of My Own Image Song

Terrified of being hurt again, terrified of failing in a way I couldn’t undo. “I’m so scared, Stefan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m scared of everything. Of the future. Of us. Of me.” He pulled me close again, his warmth enveloping me, offering me comfort I didn’t even know I needed. “It’s okay to be scared,” he whispered. “But you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here.” I closed my eyes, trying to calm the frantic thoughts racing through my mind. Stefan’s words, his touch, they were the only things grounding me right now. The only things that made me feel like I wasn’t completely lost.

“Shut up. Just shut up.” But Liam wasn’t done. His voice dropped, low and insistent, his eyes locking onto mine. “No, Alex. You need to hear this. You’re scared of being yourself. Scared of showing the world who you really are, because then you won’t be perfect anymore. And that terrifies you.” My heart slammed in my chest. I felt exposed, like every part of me was laid bare. My fists clenched so hard I thought my knuckles might crack. “I’m not scared,” I whispered hoarsely. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Who am I? This was my personality created out of fear. Allow me to introduce myself. I am twenty eight. My skin is flawless and it’s not the result of artificial products. My brown eyes are currently glaring at you.” “Tell me more I am intrigued.” “I am a coward. That is a known fact about myself I have accepted with shame. I suspect for some time now that there is a possibility for change but…Fear is my love, fear is my friend, fear is my protector but the reality is that I know fear is the enemy. I kept a blind eye on myself denying that fear is my blanket of comfort towards life. I judge everyone and everything around me on the basis of fear.” “Sammy…”

The glass suddenly falls shattering. That sound made me get out of my deep thoughts. Hah, this is a mess. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Shaking my head, I saw my hands near the glass. For some reason, I know it was me who did that but can’t admit it to myself. Am I scared? Of my own image? Or am I… scared of the fact that I know nothing at all?

It took everything in me not to stumble and fall on my way. "Just g...go...go away" Trica mumbled as she threw her hand up in the air. I ran away from everyone, away from the loud music pounding on my head and my heart was beating faster. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like everything around me is not safe? I open the tap water and splash some water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and all I saw was my terrified look.

His scent, his body heat, made me feel a stability I had never known. Joseph's Adam's apple bobbed; his eyes were filled with pain. "But, Harper, I can't live without you. I loved you most—have you forgotten?" "You pushed me away, time after time," I pulled up my sleeve, revealing the small scars remaining on my arm. "Every scar is a witness." His gaze darkened, heavy with deep self-reproach. I leaned against Adrian. "Joseph, go home. I'm happy here." He screamed, clutching his head.

Her words from before flew into my mind as I struggled to pull the tug at the left sanity in me. *** "What do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror?" "I don't look in the mirror, love." "Why?" I didn't answer right away; Taking a staggered breath, I lifted my eyes and said, "Because I am scared of what I am going to see." *** The ache only intensified, igniting the wild inferno burning in my chest. I was trapped, in my own head, in my own hell, my own darkness, trapped with no hope of ever being free.

Everyone is staring at me . Why? What did I do? "What?" I asked in awe . "Your turn . Say something about the new song ." Scott whispered. Right ! We are here for that . "Uhm yeah right . I'm sorry . It has been a little bit off lately . I'm sorry . " I said smiling nervously. The heck am I doing? "So yeah the new song . Guys we are gonna release a new song . So here we are . Who wants to listen to the cover ?" I shouted as hard as I could . Honestly I'm not in the state of speaking anything .

“Unfortunately, I can’t do that. She challenged me, so now it is me against her. And I assure you, it won’t even be long until I have her for myself. She will bear this name that she detests so much. She will have this disgust for a man that she does not want to even set her eyes on. She will be mine soon, either by hook or by crook!” I affirm, scared of this side arising in me. I have never felt this way in my entire life. I am scared of myself.