10-21-2019, 02:51 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Useless.
The word that echoed in her mind when she had been hurt before, when she had been on bed rest for the longest time after being injured from the Pittian known as Roman, after she had been knocked out and talked down upon. She still didn't know about what Wormwood had done to the male when she had been out of commission, when she had been on the ground inside the town that many resided in in Tanglewood - and it would likely be a while before she did find out.
Coward.
Echoed in her mind almost every day, louder and louder until it deafened her and nothing else could come through. More often since she had been confronted by a wolf and she simply cowered in fear, frozen, unable to do anything but comply with the words that had been commanded towards her, only to be hurt anyway in trying to only do what was told of her. Jaw still hurt from the snap that had echoed through her head there and fire-like pain that had spread through down to her neck when it had been dislocated.
No one cares about you, they just pretend.
Concerning voices and things she tried to fight against telling herself, though it just happened, she couldn't stop the bad thoughts that had invaded her mind as of late. Part of her - the rational side - knew that it was a lie, that she was cared about. But the rational part was too enveloped inside of her paranoid side to be heard most of the time, so she tried to hide the fear that wrapped around her when those words popped up, put on a fake smile and go through her day.
Afraid.
Of everything. Of most things. Of most others. She was small, she was weak, she was fragile, she wouldn't last in a fight, even with training, so what was the point? Why not just be scared and afraid her whole life and just go with it.
Breath hitched and heart stopped beating for but a moment as these thoughts suddenly rushed into Moth's head, the tears she so often shed beginning to peak out from the corners of her eyes, scared that these were true. Were they? Some of them, yes. And she hated herself for admitting it.
The word that echoed in her mind when she had been hurt before, when she had been on bed rest for the longest time after being injured from the Pittian known as Roman, after she had been knocked out and talked down upon. She still didn't know about what Wormwood had done to the male when she had been out of commission, when she had been on the ground inside the town that many resided in in Tanglewood - and it would likely be a while before she did find out.
Coward.
Echoed in her mind almost every day, louder and louder until it deafened her and nothing else could come through. More often since she had been confronted by a wolf and she simply cowered in fear, frozen, unable to do anything but comply with the words that had been commanded towards her, only to be hurt anyway in trying to only do what was told of her. Jaw still hurt from the snap that had echoed through her head there and fire-like pain that had spread through down to her neck when it had been dislocated.
No one cares about you, they just pretend.
Concerning voices and things she tried to fight against telling herself, though it just happened, she couldn't stop the bad thoughts that had invaded her mind as of late. Part of her - the rational side - knew that it was a lie, that she was cared about. But the rational part was too enveloped inside of her paranoid side to be heard most of the time, so she tried to hide the fear that wrapped around her when those words popped up, put on a fake smile and go through her day.
Afraid.
Of everything. Of most things. Of most others. She was small, she was weak, she was fragile, she wouldn't last in a fight, even with training, so what was the point? Why not just be scared and afraid her whole life and just go with it.
Breath hitched and heart stopped beating for but a moment as these thoughts suddenly rushed into Moth's head, the tears she so often shed beginning to peak out from the corners of her eyes, scared that these were true. Were they? Some of them, yes. And she hated herself for admitting it.