In the Shadows of Your Deepest Fears

by NeedCoffeeINeedItOrI'llExpload

She always looked over shoulder, watched her back. Walking out of the door of her old house and old life. Into the mysteries of the new.But she was running, always running. Away from the creatures that lurked in the shadows of greatest fears.M 2 b safe.

Okay i know i shouldn't be starting a new story, but i have thi idea in my head that's just been there. I promise, i WILL update others soon, but i'm not sure were to go with them so i want to start a new story to get my mind of things... kay now lets do this!1

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I stared a her, this.. this girl. Her eyes starring back into mine. Her slightly tanned skin had gruesome scars and tattoos scattered around her body, her mahogony hair had been pulled up to a messy bun, her chocolate doe eyes held pain and saddness behind a cold wall of anger, and her 5'7 ft. body had great curves from the fights and running she'd done.

She hated this, this girl, this image. But the thing she hated most about it, was not the tattoos, the scars, or her torturing eyes. It was the fact wasn't another person or a figment of her imagination. No it was the fact that this girl, this image, was a relection of herself. This girl she starred at was her staring at herself in the mirror.

She had seen to much, been through too much in her life time. She had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time too many times in her life time. She barely reconized herself anymore, this image, her own relfection.

She looked away from the mirror as a single tear fell from her stone eyes.

She turned herself from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom, out the door, away from her house and old life.

But running awa from what hide in the shadows of her deepest fears.