Fear (part one) by Imogen

Imogen wants 'to make people read more, because I think it will make whole new worlds and possibilities come to life'. Here's the first part of her short story. 

Fear

 Sometimes fear is something you can't escape. Its iron fists can hold you tight, and it suffocates you with its cold grip. That's just something, something that I'm going through right now. My blood pumps through my veins quicker than I could imagine it ever could. But, suddenly, I feel strangely sick. Dizzy. The whole world spins around. I close my eyes just hoping it is not happening. But deep inside, I know it is. I shut the curtains in my room, darkness. Peace. I block the sound of the rowing downstairs out, just wishing it could end. The door slams and I watch my dad walk down the path towards his car, and drive away. 

People can say whatever they want, pat me on the back, whatever. But it will never bring my dad back into the family. He's never coming back. Ever. But, I suppose I just have to be optimistic. Optimistic? Why should I be optimistic! There is nothing to be 'optimistic' about. He's gone, Amy, just face up to the facts! But the truth is, the facts aren't encouraging, they don't have any hope, just hopeless disaster ahead.

 To be continued. 

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