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The original can be found searching creepypasta under: The Deepest Fear

Characters: Seifer and (mentions of)Namine. (along with mentions of)Rai.

Rating: T for Teen or.... K for Kids? I don't reeaaly kno. Sorry.

It Was Just An Irrational Fear

I've been dating Namine for almost two years now. I can still remember the first day I saw her; her blond hair glowing with light from the setting sun. It was at my school football game. The crowds were cheering as our team was about to come in first in the state. A big memorable moment for our school, since it was the first time we'd ever gone so far. And as I scanned the crowd, looking for the red head Rai was obsessing over, I found the blond. She was standing right next to that red head… but I couldn't see anyone but her. Cliché, right? But it's the truth. Namine dazzled me from the moment I laid my eyes on her… and I loved it. I loved her hair, her smile, her sea blue eyes, her in general really. I made it my goal to meet her, date her. And I was never one to fail at a goal.

It was the after party of our winning game that I had finally got the courage to talk to her. She laughed at all my cheesy jokes, insisting that they weren't as bad as I know they were. I was incredibly corny and I knew. Perhaps she just made me nervous, a feeling I wasn't quite used to. Nothing ever made me nervous really. But, I just wanted her so bad. I was drawn her, simply put. And somehow, with luck, I seemed to suit her fancy. I offered to drive her home that night and she accepted. I couldn't have been happier.

The party, however, wasn't far from my house so I hadn't bothered to drive. It was a nice warm night for a short walk though, and Namine didn't seem to object. Once we made it to my house I ran to my room to get my keys, then drove her home.

Somehow I managed to be the luckiest guy that night and win the girl of my dreams.

As the nearly two years have passed I spent more and more time with her. Staying out late with her over the summer days and weekends. I'd often not return home until far after the rest of my family was asleep. I knew there shouldn't have been anything to worry about, but every night as drove the abandoned rural roads from Nami's house to mine, I couldn't help but worry. I worry so much that I'd become overwhelmed and all goodness from the wonderful evening I spent with my girlfriend would evaporate into the back of my mind. It was the fear of me arriving at home to find my family slaughtered in their beds that would overwhelm me. Ridiculous, I knew it was ridiculous, but I just couldn't help but get lost in the utter fear every night as I drove home.

And by the time I got there, the uneasiness would yet to have settled. So, I did what any other rational person would do, I peeked into my brother's room, make sure he's sound asleep, alive, and that he stayed covered warmly under his blankets. After deciding he was fine I'd slowly pass my parents room, once I'd hear my father's reassuring snore, I'd exhale a breath I never seem to realize I'm holding. Everything was fine. Always was. It was just some irrational fear. By the time I get to my room, head into bed, I'd tell myself, as if by habit, "Stop being stupid, everyone is fine." I suppose it was just to try and get me to stop being so worried the next time. But, it never really worked. However, I always managed to laugh at myself about it.

One morning, unparticular from any other, as we sat around the table eating breakfast, I finally got the nerve to tell my mother my silly little fears that keep me on edge. I was fairly sure we'd just share a laugh and it'd be over. But, as I told her, her face distorted into a concerned look. She tucked the stray strands of hair in her face behind her ears, "Seifer, Honey. You know we were all shot almost two years ago."

I froze as I saw the gaping bullet hole in her forehead. It couldn't be true. She couldn't have… My hands began to tremble and I started to hear an ungodly scream as I turned to see identical holes in both my brother's and father's heads. It was within that moment that I realized the deafening scream was mine.

Almost two years ago… The day I met Namine…

A/N; Uhhhhg. Just kinda wanted to write one due to it being the month of Halloween and all. Not so pleased with it and it didn't really go the way I had planned but whatever. It's out there now, nothing more I can do with it. Perhaps one of these days I'll rewrite it. Who knows. Anyways, happy 31 days of Halloween.