author - "A. R. Teller"
Some say fear is all in one’s head. A state of mind, or a dangerous part of imagination. That fear can’t hurt you. But they’re wrong. Fear is real. And it’s not all in your head. Fear is what makes you confused, and willing to do anything to get rid of the vulnerable feeling. Fear is what makes your blood run cold and your heart race uncontrollably. Fear is what makes you look over your shoulder, or what makes you jump out of a terrifying nightmare. And fear can hurt you. Fear is distracting. Fear is a dangerous thing. Fear can get you killed. But no one can be fearless.
Bella told me before we were here to be quiet. To not object to anything. But how can I? How can I just stand by while they do what they think is right, but never is? I can’t just stand here and let Jacob pay for my mistake. For everyone’s. But I can’t stand by Jacob’s side. I can’t will myself out of Demetri’s grasp. I’m being dangled a foot off the floor, pinned to a wall by my neck. And Jake. I don’t know how long he can stand. Or how long I can stand. I can’t see through the tears very well, but I find comfort in one thing. No matter how afraid I am, if he dies, at least I’m in a place where my request to die will be heeded one way or another. (It's only a few pages, but it's just a sample.)
Some say fear is all in one’s head. A state of mind, or a dangerous part of imagination. That fear can’t hurt you. But they’re wrong. Fear is real. And it’s not all in your head. Fear is what makes you confused, and willing to do anything to get rid of the vulnerable feeling. Fear is what makes your blood run cold and your heart race uncontrollably. Fear is what makes you look over your shoulder, or what makes you jump out of a terrifying nightmare. And fear can hurt you. Fear is distracting. Fear is a dangerous thing. Fear can get you killed. But no one can be fearless.
Bella told me before we were here to be quiet. To not object to anything. But how can I? How can I just stand by while they do what they think is right, but never is? I can’t just stand here and let Jacob pay for my mistake. For everyone’s. But I can’t stand by Jacob’s side. I can’t will myself out of Demetri’s grasp. I’m being dangled a foot off the floor, pinned to a wall by my neck. And Jake. I don’t know how long he can stand. Or how long I can stand. I can’t see through the tears very well, but I find comfort in one thing. No matter how afraid I am, if he dies, at least I’m in a place where my request to die will be heeded one way or another. (It's only a few pages, but it's just a sample.)