Title: Fear

AN: This is just a short little story I wrote. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

Fear

They were standing right behind her. They were too close. She was getting scared. She didn’t want to turn around or look at them. Maybe if she didn’t see them she could pretend they weren’t there.

It didn’t work. They were talking and she couldn’t hear what they were saying. It was probably about her and probably something bad. It always was. They said she was stupid, she looked weird, she shouldn’t be there.

She wanted to run, to get away, to go somewhere where no one could find her. She wanted to hide and curl up into a little ball and cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted everyone to leave her alone, to stop talking to her, to stop talking about her. She was so scared.

All she could think about was the fear, the people behind her. Her hands were shaking. Her head hurt. She thought her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed and tried to tell herself to calm down, that everything was going to be all right. But her mind and body didn’t want to listen and she was so scared.

She was sweating and she felt like everything wasn’t real, like this world she was in was a dream and at any second she would find herself in a new world, a totally different one. She saw, heard and felt everything, but it didn’t feel real.

She felt cold, even though she was sweating. Her feet and hands were tingling. She felt like she was going to faint. She wanted to run away, but they were behind her and she couldn’t bear to turn around and face them. The only way to go was forward.

She forced herself to concentrate on the road even though she was panicking. It was quiet and she decided it was safe to cross.

She almost ran across the road. She wanted to get as far away from those people as possible!

Slowly the panic began to subside. She knew it was stupid, she knew that she shouldn’t feel the way she did, but she couldn’t help it. No matter what she did, the fear was always there, every time she stepped outside her front door, every time she heard or saw other people, every time she heard them talking. She couldn’t do anything to make it go away. She wondered if she was crazy sometimes, if they should lock her up in a mental hospital. Maybe that would be a good thing.

She wanted to lock herself away and not go out, not even to get things she desperately needed, but she couldn’t do that. She had to keep fighting the fear because she was going to be stronger than it. She was never going to let it defeat her.