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Fear.
Fear holds you back. Fear wraps around you like a snake, squeezing out all the love and joy. Fear is like a chain, chained around your ankle, pulling you down in the depts. Fear makes you drown.
Fear is lurking in the shadows and waits for the most convinient time to attack. Fear comes when panic starts rising and your body beats in worry. Fear comes when obsessive thoughts overflow your mind, when you can hardly even breathe, gasping for air. Fear comes when your whole body starts shaking and trembling.
Fear comes when you drop to your knees.
To him fear is the most powerful weapon in the world. And yes, it probably is. But how come that it doesn't affect him? I can hardly believe that he ever feels fear, perhaps a long long time ago he did, but as I see it, these days are long gone.
If someone pointed a loaded gun to his head he would have parted his arms and probably laughed like a psychopath, demanding "do it"
He fears nothing, not even death itself.
Me? I fear everything. To me fear really is a rock tied to your ankle, pulling you into the depts of the dark sea. To me, fear really does lurk in the shadows and attacks when I'm already dropped on my knees.
Fear fastens my heart beat to the point I think my heart will burst. Fear suffocates my lungs, strikes when panic overflows my entire being.
Fear makes me want to never wake up.
Terrible screams from last night echo through my head over and over and over again.
"AHHHHH!" "PLEASE NO!" "PLEASE, MERCY!" "AHHH NO!" "I'M BEGGING YOU!" "PLEASE!"
I shut my eyes together, trying to get rid of them.
Hospital is located in the basement. Remember what else is located in the basement? Prison cells.
I can hear them scream at night as they're dragged through corridors, being tortured, beaten, threatened. I can hear them scream for help, begging for him to free them, to let them go as they tell him everything he wanted to know.
And I hear them screaming to kill them as he does not.
My eyes start watering again, shutting them back together I feel tear sliding down my cheek.
I can't be down here. It is bad enough that I can't move or breathe normally. I can't be down here where people are suffering, I'm scared to death.
Can you imagine having at least 8 panic attacks per day? I'm constantly high on medications, otherwise I'd not make it down here.
I want back upstairs, I so much miss my comfy room. I want to get better and I know that I'll never get better down hear listening to those horrors.
Hearing the doors opening, I tremble in fear again. Every. Fucking. Time.
I can't help myself.
Seeing a tall figure I firstly panic, but quickly recognize-
"Little Gerard, how are we feeling?"
Maxim.
Smile finds its way on my lips as I see his dark blonde hair and warm brown eyes. It's nice to smile again, haven't done it since I was beaten up.
"Hey" I greet him rather weakly, I'm pretty drugged you know what I mean?
He comes closer, noticing he keeps his left hand hidden behind his back.
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