Nima Tann
Master of Her Own Destiny
As the two ladies continued their journey together in this mall which Nima thought the hell itself since the recent event that they lived, Nima kept her head down and pretended hearing nothing with her cheeks getting red and all, while she was getting dragged by Siobhan through the exit. All the thoughts hitting her head like all of them were strong hammers breaking her bone, it was getting difficult to breathe. Whispers she was hearing in her head, eyes she was feeling always watching, yet there was the hand of hope that dragged her away from her fears. Having a little panic attack which was absolutely new, since she never got there before, she learned something about herself. Push enough, and she would break like glass. The resistance was futile. No... it wasn't like her, was it? She didn't say anything, yet there was something else crawling on her back, an emotion. She liked all this. Having a panic attack, listening everyone talking about her, being the center of attention for a while. She felt powerful and excited, yet her not wild side was preventing her showing those emotions. There was just fear, and embarrassment showing, but inside, they wouldn't know, would they? It was almost like she was having a moment that both her sides were mixing with each other, and the clash created confusion. Not anymore. As the credits rolled and they quickly got away from that hellish place, she felt her breathing got much more uncontrollable. What was happening now? She wanted to laugh. Wanted to say it was fun. Wanted to cry. Wanted to shout. Yet she couldn't. The only thing she could control, was her temper. And then, the hug happened, which, in herself, just broke the shattered glass. She didn't know what to do first. Just stayed there. But then...
Then she felt something inside, all of the emotions mixing together to create only one. Self-hatred... Just like that, she threw away the strong mask she was wearing, and it was the pure representation of the broken girl inside. Not much, not less. She joined the hug and wrapped her arms around her waist tightly. Then some tears followed as she closed her eyes, and a weak voice. "I am sorry..." She said, laying her head on her shoulder. "I am sorry..." She repeated. Then she cried, like she didn't cry for years, oh how much she hated herself for crying, but she did anyway. This emotions, they were her worst enemy, and her worst nightmare. But at the same time, her best friend. She couldn't let them free, she couldn't ignore them. It was relaxing to find a shoulder to cry, yet she felt all powerless too at the same time. Her wild side was burning with anger towards herself, yet she never let her other side take control, to be honest.
Always sorry, always hiding. You will never be happy.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Then she felt something inside, all of the emotions mixing together to create only one. Self-hatred... Just like that, she threw away the strong mask she was wearing, and it was the pure representation of the broken girl inside. Not much, not less. She joined the hug and wrapped her arms around her waist tightly. Then some tears followed as she closed her eyes, and a weak voice. "I am sorry..." She said, laying her head on her shoulder. "I am sorry..." She repeated. Then she cried, like she didn't cry for years, oh how much she hated herself for crying, but she did anyway. This emotions, they were her worst enemy, and her worst nightmare. But at the same time, her best friend. She couldn't let them free, she couldn't ignore them. It was relaxing to find a shoulder to cry, yet she felt all powerless too at the same time. Her wild side was burning with anger towards herself, yet she never let her other side take control, to be honest.
Always sorry, always hiding. You will never be happy.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]