Athelophobia; The fear of not being good enough
"I'm alone, I'm a mistake, I'll never be good enough, they'll never accept me, I shouldn't be here..."
Every Crimson line forming on my skin is a reaffirmation of how useless I am. One of these days I'll have the courage to cut just deep enough that nothing will matter anymore. Right now I'm still weak, pathetic, and useless. I can't even do this one thing right.
Everyone was right, I'm nothing but wasted space. There will never be anything special about me. The best hope I have is sitting here in this dark dirty alley waiting for my life to end so everyone will be happier and I won't be a burden anymore.
I can feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness as the cold gets more intense with the falling of night. I barely register the presence of someone else, their voice so faint it disappears on the wind. The only proof I have that I'm not dreaming is the feeling of warmth that surrounds me as I'm lifted from the ground. I open my eyes slightly and all I can see are red feathers. "Finally," I think, "Finally death has come for me."
Death came for me alright, but it wasn't in the way I thought it would be.
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Angel of Death (죽음의 천사)
फैनफिक्शनShe was fervent in her pursuit of death, blindly running, trying to catch me. This young girl, no older than 16, with so much life ahead of her, was chasing something most people spend their lives running away from. She was chasing me, and had I be...
