Fear Revives

Fear Revives

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Everyone is scared of something. There is always one fear that make someone's skin crawl at the thought of it.Usually there is more than one fear to occupy a person. It could begin with creatures lurking in the dark to spiders.People are scared of what's under their bed or even water, a substance that is seventy five percent of our bodies and we can't live without it. No matter what anyone says it's normal to be scared. You usually try to get over your fear but a new one appears it's just like that. It might be normal to be scared but is what you're scared of something that won't cause people to find you abnormal? Is it normal to have absolutely no clue why you fear something?How can it truly be normal to have terror drooling over something that keeps humanity constant? What possibly caused me to be horrified by boys? I'm not scared of the generation of men above or below, I was actually friends with my father's boss for a few years, the fear only lingers with my generation of males. Imagine going to the grocery store or the mall with your parents for food or clothes and your fear is just eyeing you, just wondering if it should approach you or not. Imagine that spider or clown walking your direction, not meaning to speak to you but you still have to hold yourself from curling up in fear or screaming at the top of your lungs for them to go away. Imagine your mother disappointed that she never had a chance to raise the daughter she wanted. Imagine your fathers glee at the fact you hang out with him more than your mother when he was expecting different at your birth. Imagine the length your mother would go to get you over that fear. Would you ever imagine her making you handcuff yourself underneath that bed, forcing you to face your fear at an extreme extent? Would you imagine yourself thanking her?
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Harry's pov: Most people enter my world with either fear or greed in their eyes. Tara? She's different. She doesn't shy away, but she doesn't try to impress me either. She watches, quiet and calculating, as if she's piecing together a puzzle no one else sees. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, not loud or showy, but steady-like she knows exactly who she is, even if she's not entirely sure of her place here. I've spent years reading people, knowing their moves before they make them. But Tara keeps me guessing. She's not naive-I can see it in her guarded glances-but there's a softness there, a vulnerability she tries to mask with calm composure. She's careful with her words, but when she speaks, she doesn't back down. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under the weight of my name or the shadows I cast, but Tara holds her ground, and that intrigues me more than I'd like to admit. She doesn't belong in this world-not my world. I should leave her to find her way out, let her slip through the cracks before she gets caught in something she can't handle. But the way she looks at me, with curiosity rather than fear, makes it impossible to turn away. She's not a threat, not a challenge-at least not yet. But she's here now, and something about her makes me want to see what happens next.

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