Fear Creative Writing

Overwhelmed by my own fear, I just want it to be over. Just have it end by drowning in my tears, or by the invisible weight that’s on my chest crush me. Being surrounded by these intimidating people, making me feel smaller and smaller. On top of this building in the opaque darkness, the air is so cold, biting my skin with every light breeze. All I can hear is their tormenting words and maniacal laughter. My fate is imminent, I can’t fight them off. The longer that I’m kept alive here, the less of me that there is. My mind slowly slipping away from me, all that’s left is fear. The vicious people around me, with their piercing eyes and smiles, pick me up. Harshly placing me on the edge of the building that seems endless when looking down, one steps closer to me. With a whisper that came with a familiar voice, and a deadly tone, the last thing I would hear was voiced, “It’s over now.” She had pushed me. I was falling, internally screaming, all I could feel was the adrenaline pumping and hopelessness.

Seemingly getting louder, coupled with a sudden jolt and loss of breath. I had awoken from my vivid dream. Shaking with cold sweats, I realized it was my dog, Vicko, trying to get my attention. I hugged the soft wire coated German Shepherd until he calmed down, and my heartbeat slowed. During the comforting from my dog, I kept hearing knocking. I blamed it on my imagination since it was such an odd hour in the night, but it continued. I got up and walked closer to the door, my dog by my side. I raised up on my tip-toes and peered through the peephole to see my neighbor in his nightwear. I opened up the