My teacher asked us individually today to confess our biggest fear in front of the class.
And so it began: Darkness, Spiders, closed areas,Death, Death, Death, Death…
But then my turn came around as I felt everyone glare curiously in my direction.
What was the new girl afraid of? That was the question.
It scared me, the idea of revealing my biggest fear to 34 strangers. Therefore I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything at all.
Because you see, I never considered myself to be afraid of death except for the lack of life within myself while I am indeed still breathing. That’s what i’m afraid of: to be alive yet never truly feel it.
Ten words story: I refuse to share my weakness with anybody.