Time

Time is something everyone interprets in their own way. How much time until something happens or how much time has elapsed.

Wether you wanted to move forward or not time was always running and you had to just go along with it.

For Leah, time was a problem. She had Gerascophobia, the fear of getting old. She spent her days dwelling on the thought of ageing and changing and never being able to be the person she once was. Leah had amazing friends, few of them but the ones she had she wouldn't trade for anything or anyone else.

She went to therapy often, something she dreaded but was forced to go to, to get "better". Getting better involved changing which she didn't like so her parents had heard all the excuses and they didn't put up with them.
"Do you understand that therapy is just engaging in my problem?" She asked her parents as they tried to get her into the car.
"Yes we do, and we don't want you to suffer so we're only going to get a prescription for some pills that will help you take your mind off of what ever is bothering you"

Relieved she got into her dads Honda and they headed to therapists.