Phobias [h.s] June 2014

Taking a fearful glance towards the door that hadn't been opened in days I whimpered closing the book again and slipping it under the loose floorboard as tears streaked down my grimy cheeks. I covered my mouth not wanting to risk a sob, fearing i'd never be let go and that the door would never open again. If my sobs became audible.

These monsters showed no humanity or compassion. And although I'd given up hope years ago, the want- the need for escape has grown impecably over time.

I needed to get out of this place before I felt the urge to add Claustrophobia to my journal. It was already stuffed to the edge with fears I'd attained over the years, and I was already begining to develope more from my time in this empty, bland, and quiet room. Who knew just how many more phobias I could spare.

Little did I know soon enough I'd be adding Philophobia to the list...

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Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being loved

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