Reflections of Healing

chapter seven: the slip-up

Maggie pov

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts of Ethan. We had gone out together the other night and had such a good time. He made me feel alive and free, like I could be anyone I wanted to be. But now, as I lay here alone in my room, I can't shake the feeling of fear and uncertainty that gnaws at me from within.

I'm scared. Scared that my real self will slip up and show through the facade I've built . Scared that Ethan will see me for who I really am and reject me. Scared that all the progress I've made in fitting in will come crashing down around me.
I'm obsessed. Obsessed with Ethan and the way he makes me feel. Obsessed with the idea of being liked and accepted by everyone around me. It's like a drug, and I can't get enough of it.

My every thought is ethan, its cause he gives me the attention ive been lacking... This isn't love.. Its obsession

I sweat and turn to burry my head in my pillow.

As I lay here in the darkness, my mind tormented by fear and obsession, I hear a noise outside my window. I sit up and listen, my heart still pounding in my chestfrom before. Is someone trying to break in? I feel a surge of panic rise up inside me, but then the noise stops, and I realize it's just a tree branch tapping against the glass.

I lie back down, still shaking from the adrenaline rush, and try to calm myself. I need to get a grip on my emotions and stop letting them control me. I need to be strong and independent, to stop relying on others to validate my existence.

But as hard as I try, I can't shake the feeling that I'm trapped, that I'm a prisoner of my own fears and insecurities. I know I need to break free, but I don't know how.

And then, as I lie here in the darkness, I hear a faint whisper in my ear. It's Ethan's voice, soft and reassuring, telling me that everything will be okay. I turn my head, but no one is there. It's just my imagination, playing tricks on me.

I close my eyes and try to push the fear and obsession away, but they keep coming back, like waves crashing against the shore. But for now, I'm exhausted, drained from the emotional rollercoaster of the past few days. I close my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will bring a new sense of clarity and purpose.

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