MonoPhobia

1.5K 67 47
                                    

Scott POV

"Run Scott, go to your room!" my father shouts.

I hear my mom shout loudly, and a tear falls down my cheek, but I run to my room and lock the door anyways.

I sat on the bed trying to control my breathing and to calm down for a minute, but it was almost impossible because I kept hearing the grunts and shouts from the kitchen.

I didn't know what was happening, or who was in our house, but I knew he was not supposed to be here, and that he was going to try to hurt my family.

It was just me and my parents because my sisters moved out a long time ago.

I lay down on the bed and put my headphones in so I could try to drown out the sounds that would be permanently stuck in my head forever.

***

I don't remember when, but I fell asleep.

I quickly took my earbuds out to find it was dead silent in the house.

I looked at the time on my phone:

5:00 A.M

I shut my phone off and quickly unlocked my door. 

I quietly walked to the kitchen and almost fainted at the sight.

My parents were on the floor, with many cuts everywhere and bruises.

But worst of all were the huge knife stabs.

Blood was on the floor, not yet dried.

I quickly ran to them to check a pulse, but when I didn't find one on either of them I cried.

Well, no. I didn't exactly cry.

I picked up a phone to call 911, barely got out the words that my parents were dead, started having a panic attack, fell to the ground while sobbing, then passed out.

***

They had left me alone for over 4 months by myself one time.

My anxiety was so high during those months that they had diagnosed me with MonoPhobia, which is a fear of being alone.

So when my parents died and I was left alone to deal with my anxiety, the doctors simply said my anxiety was so bad that medication wouldn't help.

The doctors said I should go to health place, in other words a 'hospital for crazy people/ people with phobias or suicidal thoughts/depression/bulimia/eating disorders/ etc;'.

So thats where I was headed to.

My name is Scott Hoying, I'm 17 years old, and I'm diagnosed with Anxiety, and MonoPhobia. 



A/N

This is what Noodle looks like in this story

This is what Noodle looks like in this story

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

MAINLY BECAUSE WOWZA LOOK AT THAT HAIR MMMM

My Greatest FearWhere stories live. Discover now