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    “NO!” I wake with a fright; I may have just developed a new fear. I know I shouldn’t get up, but I have to check, I always check. I slip out from under the covers and over to my closet, I feel around the wall somewhere is the- “Ah.” found it. I pull out the slim, silk black box and head to the door. The hallways are dark, as always, but they have become comforting to me. Soon I’m standing in the simulation room, my neck throbs from the needle, but I’m used to it. As the simulation begins I close my eyes and await my father’s presence.

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    As I stand there after having my father hit me, again, I wait. I wait to see Eric being thrown off a building or getting shot, or me shooting him. Something where I lose him, it has to be a fear; to lose him, if not to lose him than to hurt him. I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t. I can’t.  Please, I don’t want to hurt him. I close my eyes and feel one, one tear fall from my eye. I wish he was here, here to hold me, to help me. Please. I can’t, I can’t hurt him, I can’t. A minute goes by, no new fears. As I make my way back to my room it hits me. It’s not my fear to lose Eric, it’s my reality. 

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