My black boots were no longer black. They were covered in a thick gray dust. They were dirty. I felt dirty. I felt corrupted in every way. I was completely consumed by F.E.A.R and I was certain that I was never coming out. I had a heavy feeling in my chest where my heart was supposed to be. It was a sinking feeling that consumed me.
I was shaking violently in a tight ball on the ground. My breath came out in short puffs and shook my lungs as they escaped my lips. It wasn't normal for me to breathe like this. It was taking way too much from me. It was as if breathing, the only thing keeping me alive, was killing me. It was consuming me.
The sobs and the dust in the air weren't helping much either. Everytime I sucked in an involuntary sob, the dust filled my throat and the coughing began. It echoed against the broken rocks of the ruins and back to my ears in loud, broken melodies. It hurt to listen.
It hurt to listen to myself breaking down. Every cry of pain and sob full of sadness reminded me of all my F.E.A.Rs. It reminded me of being ripped away from my family and my normal life. It reminded me of the times when I almost gave in... It was torture.
The air was cold and harsh against my bare skin. The black tanktop on my body wasn't covering enough skin, it exposed me to the weather.
I tried to open my eyes once more but I wasn't strong enough. It was hard to do something so simple, and I was losing all hope. Who could save me now?
This place was completely empty. There was no living soul here with me. I was the one they left behind in the dust ans rubble. There was nobody here to help me. I was alone.
Nobody heard my cries for help or my tremendous sobs that ripped through the silence.
I had nobody.
It was sickening to think that someone would want to create such chaos like this. It was scary that someone would actually take the time to force people into something that would only create their self-destruction. It's an inevitable collapse.
That someone had been F.E.A.R. It had driven all of these people into a numb state where they followed its every command. People didn't realize they were giving in to the devil himself. They didn't see how much they were killing themselves eveytime they hailed this false god.
I never surrendered.
I didn't give in. I'm not going to lie though, and say that I stood strong the whole time. We all fall down sometimes and I fell down almost every day. I fell so low, but I always fought to get back up.
Always, except now.
Now I was sure that I was not coming back up.
How could I stand back up when I had no reason to? Why would I want to get back up? I would only face an empty wasteland.
I shifted a bit on the ground only to resume crying. It was something beyond my control. The F.E.A.R I felt inside was too large for me to do anything. I wasn't able to control my actions or emotions. I just felt F.E.A.R.
I tried hugging myself to keep myself from freezing but I couldn't stop shaking. I was in pain.
Then there was the noise.
I heard something in the distance but I couldn't make out what it was. I tried to stop crying but my lungs wouldn't give in. Sobs escaped my mouth like there was no end.
But I needed silence.
The noise was getting louder and constant. It sounded sort of like... footsteps...
A/N: Hello. So this is the first time I try to write a fanfic... ever! So bare with me, children. Idk how this will go. I mean I came up with the concept for this when I was spacing out in gym class the other day... :) so yeah, it might not be good. But, if you likey please vote and comment.
