This is a book of short stories made from phobias. Everything is from a first person P.O.V. Enjoy...
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I'm scared to admit it, but I'm afraid of the dark. The sun is setting and I'm in the middle of nowhere. The mist and fog lay around me. It's getting colder. Freezing even. My body is shivering, but I can't tell if it's from fear or just being cold.
A gust of cool air blasts against my skin, wiping me from my feet. I bring my knees to my chest and sit in a fetal position. Alongside my shaking body, my hands are digging into my arms. My nails are digging into my skin, deep enough to draw blood. I need warmth. It's just so cold.
Falling into an infinite ocean, the water freezes above me. I pound on the ice, but it won't crack. Looking down, all I can see is a dark void of nothingness. It's so cold. I need warmth. Please. I need something, anything. Please, please. I can't breathe. Why can't I breathe? I'm under the ice, screaming, but no one can hear me down here. Everything is starting to hurt. The cold hurts.
Blood is my only source of comfort. My nails are digging deeper. I need more warmth. Please. Let me leave this nightmare. There's no light. My body is starting to fail. I can't feel my face. Something's under me. It's coming out of the darkness below my feet. I'm trying to scream, but I can't make a sound. Help me. Please. Someone. Anyone! It's got me. Being dragged down, kicking and flailing my arms, it won't let go. I'm not going to make it.
Light.
There's a crack in the ice. A hole of hope right above me. I can't reach it! There's a hand. I kick at the creature harder than before. The hand, I've grabbed it! I'm being pulled out of this cold miserable ocean.
I look up. It's my best friend. They have a flashlight in hand. I try to stand up, but I can feel my legs start to crumble under the weight of my body. My friend catches me mid fall, and I can feel warmth. I've never hugged someone so tight in my life. My warmth is back. The light is here.
I just noticed that I was crying. Cold dead tears. My friend said that I've been away from the camp for hours. Everyone's been looking for me. I can finally go back home. I need to sleep. Everything will be better again when the daylight comes back over the horizon.
