A/N: Hey everyone! So I did this story in my Creative Writing course three days into my senior year! I am very optimistic about how much time I will have to write more chapters for this and my other fan-fiction. Though, I will say that this one will be request based. If you have a phobia that you would like to see me write a short story about, let me know in your review. I will only say this once. There will be NO REPEAT PHOBIA STORIES. This means that Acrophobia is off limits. As of right now, any other phobia is fair game. I hope you all enjoy this! Review and let me know!

DISCLAIMER: This will be the only one that I state, so please read this carefully. As I write each of these short stories, I am not aware of any fiction or fan-fiction stories out there about any of these phobias. My goal with these are to entertain my readers and not to plagiarize, offend or insult anyone that reads these. I do not know of any copyrights with any phobias or anything else that may arise within a short story. So, just in case something does come up: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Acrophobia - Heights

I awoke to an alarm blaring, the radio station DJ telling his listeners out there of the day that had already started. But I didn't listen. His words were lost in the vastness of my barely conscious mind. I could not comprehend anything he said as I finally shut the alarm clock off and sat up in bed. The blood rushed to my head and I felt slightly off balance as a result.

When my vision fully returned, I looked around to take in my surroundings. But where was I? And more importantly, who was I? I could not recall my name or anything of importance. My mind could only draw a blank. The only thing I knew was what I saw and what I saw was a very plain room, void of any furniture and/or furnishings. The only exceptions to this being a small wooden table with a single chair, the bed on which I had slept and the nightstand beside it that held the alarm clock. The bed and the table were in opposite corners of the room. If I were to stand up, the bed would be to my right and the table, in the furthermost, left-hand corner of the room.

Looking down, I found myself to be wearing a plain white t-shirt. Perhaps cotton? It was soft and quite warm. Throwing the covers back, I discovered that I was wearing gray sweatpants. Nothing fancy. It was then that I fully took notice of the walls. They were a simple tan or perhaps a beige. No windows could be seen in the walls, no cameras in the uppermost corners of the room and no door or doorframe could be seen. There was only a ventilation duct in the furthermost, right-hand corner of the room's ceiling.

It was just as I had swung my legs out of the bed and my feet had hit the floor, that the swishing of air could be heard. At this particular moment, I registered a couple of things. For one, the floor was cold, very cold. A tingle went up my spine, causing me to shiver and goosebumps to appear on my arms and legs. I also noticed that a door had appeared between the table and the ventilation duct. For some reason, I started to feel sick, nauseous even as I gazed upon the man standing before me with a clipboard in hand.

"Good morning Acro." the man said.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, eager for answers. I had so many questions. Too many for one person to possibly answer. My name was Acro? Did I have family? If so, were they still alive? Why couldn't I remember anything? All of these questions and more raced through my head as the man replied.

"I am Doctor Phobia and you are in a clinic."

"Why am I in a clinic? Am I sick? Is it because I can't remember anything?" I continued to hound him with questions, each came out in a rush. This man who held his clipboard, writing nothing upon it, seemed to hold all of the answers to my questions. He seemed to be able to provide all of the answers to my questions.

"You are in a clinic because you are sick. Very, very sick. You cannot remember anything because of your sickness." He replied.

"What do I have?" I asked.

"Follow me and I shall explain." Doctor Phobia replied, turning around and walking down the hall.

I don't remember how many turns we took or how many doors we went through, all I remember is what the doctor said.

"Your name is Acro, you are in this clinic because you are an acrophobic. In other words, you have an irrational fear of heights. You don't remember anything because every time you realize you are high up you faint. When you awake, your memory is lost. I am your doctor today. Tomorrow, you will have another doctor and you won't remember me or anything I have told you whatsoever." He explained.

"I don't believe you." I said, just as he stopped at a window.

Looking out the window, I saw a city in daylight. The sky was its usual pale blue and there wasn't even a cloud in sight. The buildings stood tall and proud, reflecting the light of the mid-day sun, high in the sky. There were too many buildings around the one we were in to count. Perhaps the most important thing of all, I realized that the sound of the hustling and bustling of the city was in full swing far, below. And I made the mistake of looking down. Before I knew it, the world around me seemed to be falling and growing darker quickly. I only had enough time to realize that Doctor Phobia had been telling me the truth. Not long after that realization, my world became dark and once again, I knew nothing.

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I awoke to the sound of a blaring alarm…

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