So I finally wrote something. Merry late Christmas! I hope you all had a lovely Christmas (if you celebrate it).

TW: ANXIETY AND A PANIC ATTACK.

Phil's point of view

Shaking, it was all I felt. My body was completely unresponsive and so I couldn't find the strength to move away. He was looking at me. Those eyes.. they were a deep, dark red or maybe that was just my imagination comparing him to the devil himself.

My friend turned, his soft eyes glancing me up and down, checking for the signs of panic. He knew almost straight away.

My knees gave out and he was there to catch me. His arms were around my waist and he told me to look away. I couldn't.

My eyes were glued to my enemy's and his were on mine. I didn't even notice I was a crying mess until Dan wiped away my wet tears.

"Look at me.." Dan mumbled, his voice soothing, like cold water on a burn wound. I was still paralysed so my body refused to turn away. All that would break me out of this state of shock was my friend's familiar, hazel eyes which always reminded me I was safe. They sent me hurtling towards reality, towards the fact that I was okay. He was gone. I would never see him again.

Dan noticed my unresponsiveness and squeezed my hand. I felt my body become less stiff at the tiny gesture. "Please, Phil. Look at me."

Look at me.

Those three words allowed my body to be free from whatever lock was keeping it still.

I jerked to the side and finally my eyes met Dan's.

His hands were suddenly on my shoulders and tears were in his soft, gentle eyes. "You're okay."

"I'm okay." I repeated and, with a slight turn back to face the space evil was in.

There was no one there.

I was okay.

I think I like this one? I mean I wrote it in about 10 minutes because I was suddenly hit with inspiration after experiencing something very small that scared me. Apparently, fear triggers inspiration... maybe next time I see a spider, instead of screaming and running to my mum so she can take it outside, I'll run to my notebook and write about the oddly scary arachnid.

And that was about the weirdest paragraph I've ever written.

What are you afraid of?

Hospitals, being away from family, losing those close to me.