A sentence describing the character's fear. Every time I enter a dark room, my palms are sweating with fear, my feet and scalp are numb and I am sweating all over. You don't know, I'm just afraid of the dark, I'm afraid I can't get out, I'm afraid the devil is hiding in the dark, and I'm afraid I'll never see you again. I was scared.
The red room is big, dark and cold. I feel terrible. I tried to escape, but the door was locked. I shouted and knocked at the door, but no one paid attention. I cried and banged on the door until I fell ill. I'm afraid to look in the mirror.
Yes, I'm afraid. Or, I'm afraid of myself. I dare not look in the mirror when I am alone, but I like to sit in bed alone in the middle of the night and look in the mirror. Look, I am such a contradictory person. During the day, I have a fear of mirrors, which reminds me of a large group of corpse-eating insects shuttling through a rotting corpse. Those ghouls got into the eye hole, passed through the head, and then came out of the stomach. That body was me. What am I afraid of? I often think about this problem. As for the mirror, it is a nightmare that haunts me. I will be afraid that something will suddenly climb out of the mirror, I will be afraid of the image emerging from the mirror, I will be afraid of my body, or I will escape. I'm avoiding this fear. I was afraid of those beautiful butterflies when I was a child, but I was afraid when I grew up. I just never dare to look at those black or white butterflies with my hands and crush them to death, but I still dare not touch other colors. Later, I was afraid of my hair, so I simply cut my hair when I was in junior high school. This makes me feel unsafe. In fact, my favorite plants are thorns, all kinds of thorns. I like to tear off the thorns one by one and watch its bare branches dangling in the air, and then I will sincerely smile. But only I know what I like and fear. I laugh most of the time, but if you know me, you will find that I don't laugh when I am really happy. Obviously, no one knows me. I should be the only one in my world. Why should I? Because it seems that no one has ever come in, and I enjoy it. I won't share my secrets, and I don't like to know others' secrets. Even my best friend doesn't know any of my secrets. I am selfish. In my mind, I am the first, and then my family is the second. Surprised? There are only two people in my heart. What do I care about other people? In this era, who can communicate with each other heart to heart? I almost died three times.