I am a bit hesitant to post this short story here. 

It's a lot different, after all, from anything that I've written in the past. It's somewhat darker, but I don't think it's necessarily in a bad way.

Anxieties and fears are things that people struggle with every day. I myself have very bad anxiety, so I understand how much it can affect people's lives. 

I have, for a while, toyed with the idea of a personification of Fear. As an emotion that affects me on a daily basis, it sometimes helps me to think of it as a person and to have..almost a sort of conversation with it. Turning things into stories helps me to deal with my anxiety a bit better. 

This is just a bit of that imagining, turned into a short story form. 

For now, I just want people who have anxiety and depression to know that I do understand. And even if you feel like you don't have anyone else to talk to, you can always talk to me. I want you to know that someone out there, even if it's a stranger who you've never even met in real life, cares about you. I'm rooting for you; you've got this thing.

-M