25. Fear

There was really nothing to be afraid of. Nothing was under her bed or in her closet, and a little sliver of light was coming from the door as always. The facts didn’t helping, even at six years old she was still afraid of the dark.

The sheets were over her head her ear to the pillow. It was so quiet that she could hear the blood pumping in her ears. It sounded like footsteps, she didn’t dare to move for fear of giving herself away to the nothing. The TV downstairs came to life, just loud enough for her to hear. She decided that it was a comedy, she could tell by the laughing. She was glad that it wasn’t sports, sports were too loud. Her mind drifted from fear to calm, knowing that daddy was downstairs. Within moments she was asleep.

There was really nothing to be afraid of. Nothing was under her bed or in her closet, and a little sliver of light was coming from the door as always. The facts didn’t helping, even at six years old she was still afraid of the dark.

The sheets were over her head her ear to the pillow. It was so quiet that she could hear the blood pumping in her ears. It sounded like footsteps, she didn’t dare to move for fear of giving herself away to the nothing. The TV downstairs came to life, just loud enough for her to hear. She decided that it was a comedy, she could tell by the laughing. She was glad that it wasn’t sports, sports were too loud. Her mind drifted from fear to calm, knowing that daddy was downstairs. Within moments she was asleep.

Fear

Let Go of Your Fear

By Chloe Dickinson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Fear
The single feeling that can lead to so many more things.
It limits you
It prohibits you
It makes you incapable.
But don’t listen to it… It’s just a figment of your imagination.
You gave yourself fear
And you can take it away.

Darkness. Afraid that it’s going to swallow me whole, throw me into a place that I’ll never see daylight. It seems like darkness is always there, always going to take me away, almost like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Whatever happened to Todo? Huh?

Number Twelve!

By Damian Coburn
Chelsea Public School, Grade 10

Deep inside I sort of see a cute little bunny or some other creature that is soft and fluffy and cute and . . .
Snap back to reality. This beast, as I have learned to call it, just head bunted me into the wall for the seventh time in the past half hour and all I can see is not a little fluffy bunny, but fresh hamburger packed and labeled and on the label says, "What was once Number Twelve. Enjoy!" Well, that would be my favorite dream come true at the farm.

Number Twelve did not always act as if she was possessed by some dark force that I could not conquer without the use of kitchen utensils and a meat grinder. She was just an over-excited heifer that always wanted attention. Her need for attention turned into a hunger for me. Number Twelve is now a milking cow with eight hundred and seventy pounds of brute muscle and ferociousness. Not only does Number Twelve have muscle, weight, and the intent to kill on her side, she has an ugly disease as I call it. It is not really a disease but ringworm. Well, whatever you call it or her, she still scares me!

Fears from then to now

By Courtney Ferris
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

Everyone has a fear from when they were younger, whether it is the monster coming out from the closet or from under the bed. Or maybe you were afraid of the dark. Well for me it was all the above. I was terrified that something was going to come out of my closet, so I left the door open, thinking that whatever was in there couldn't hide if the door was open. So the fear passed but my door has never closed. I got so used to it being open that it stays open. Because I was also afraid something was going to come out from under my bed I put so much stuff under it that nothing could come out if it tried. And to this day I'm still trying to clean the stuff out from under my bed. As for the dark, well it passed but my nerves still get me sometimes.

Fear

By Samantha Bonasera
Chelsea Public School

Hands clapping
Feet stomping
Hundreds of eyes beaming down at you
Your heart beats pumping faster and faster
Their big smiles, your big smile
It feels like you have to walk a mile, just to get a light flashing
Five more feet, splat
No more clapping, no more stomping, silence
You look up, then look down
Your knuckles start to clench together
Laughter and giggles appear in your ears
You slowly get up
Shake it off and grab the piece of paper with your name on it
Walking away quickly
You think to yourself
What a great reward

I have a fear for the ones I hold so dear
I hate to keep people near for I fear that they will die
And leave me in an endless cry
My father had died and my grandfather too
I really can't ever imagine losing you
My baby brother of two
And all the things we've been through
The open heart surgery, the teething and all the sneezing
I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you

You hear: thump, creak.
Your eyes shoot open
Your heart starts to race
The adrenaline pumping through your veins
Makes you feel like you're going to explode
"What was that?" you think to yourself
Another creak
What if?
No, you're crazy
You try to tell yourself to stop thinking and go back to sleep.
But what if it's not just a creak

Am I Good Enough?

By Andrew Richardson
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

My fear is not being good enough. When people look at me I feel like a spectacle that everybody can point their fingers at whenever something goes wrong. I mean, I'm sixteen years old. I should be having the time of my life but no, I have to worry about who's saying what about me. Why do I have to be perfect? Can't it be someone else's job to take the heat for once? Am I so inadequate that I have to carry all of the negative energy on my shoulders? I try hard to be adequate. I take everything I do to the extreme just so that when I got to bed at night I know that nobody, at this very moment, is going to be upset at me. But yet, I know I'm not the only one who has this problem. Why are we all easy targets?

Rat and mice they all have lice.
Rats and mice they are not nice.
Thank God I have a cat that likes to eat rats.
Mice are cute when they're dead.
Some are short and some have big heads.
I hate the way they run, and the way they smell
They come in many colors some are brown
and some are gray many end up on a food tray.
Squeak, squeak that's what they say and that's

Never being noticed, never fitting in
Never having someone become so devoted
Never having the chance to win.

Nobody caring how you feel,
What I want, always worrying that it'll be your last meal,
Scared to write in that different font.

Always wanting more, but never able to reach out and grab it.
If a heart is what you're looking for,
You'll never be able to find it.

I'm sitting there
staring at the TV
unable to move.
I press my back against the back of the chair,
but this awful feeling doesn't go away.
I turn my head around.
No one is there,
it was just my imagination.
I can't hold it any more,
turn off the TV,
stand up and walk to the stairs.
Three times I look back
but the murderer with the bloody knife is never there.

Darkness. Afraid that it's going to swallow me whole, throw me into a place where I'll never see daylight. It seems like darkness is always there, always going to take me away, almost like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Whatever happened to Todo? Huh?