Traumatophobia

Chapter 1

You know when you're on a plane and you take off, how the area around you looks like a pathetic Lego set? That feeling as the blood rushes to your head as the plane rocks back and forth at an incline into the clouds?

Well most people enjoy that feeling, just like most people like roller coasters. I don't. I hate them. So what? Are you gonna come at me for not taunting axe murderers into chasing me down dark alleyways too?

"In 4, hold 4, out 4, hold 4, repeat." Dr. Simon's words echo in the back of my head. That thought gets trampled by the rest: "are you sure you read the safety guide correctly?", "you should read it again", "most plane crashes happen within the first 10 seconds of the flight", "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1", "that doesn't mean that it won't happen"

The worries wrestle with eachother in a completion of dominance. It seems like they are fighting desperately for survival.

I guess that means they're  a bit like me. I have terminal cancer. I'm flying to a hospital that's supposed to have a good lukemia program.

I'm not as trusting as my parents are about it. Or about anything for that matter. My doctor says i have traumatophobia. It means I'm super scared of getting hurt. You can guess how much finding out I had lukemia scared me.