Fears. I have many, and my family doesn't get it.

Guns, for one. They don't care that I was almost shot when I was seven. They force me to go to a gun range with them, go into gun stores with them. They always tell me the same line everytime we go someplace to do with guns "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." I don't care!

Slenderman. Irrational, I know. But I swear, I saw something in the woods outside my house one night, eerily matching the description of Slenderman. Now I never go in the woods.

Heights. I despise it, and knowing that it's possible the bridge or building I'm standing on could collapse terrifies me.

The list goes on and on.

I hate it, so, so much. I want to have no fears.