Dark
I had always been afraid of the dark. It was kinda terrifying not being able to see if anything was coming at you. I was always seeing things in the dark, things I didn't like. Like the White Face from that one game that haunts your computer, or a zombie charging at me.
It had been a few weeks since I met Hatter, so I felt confident to tell him of my fears. "I know, it's ridiculous right?" I sighed after telling him. "I'm almost sixteen and I'm still terrified of the dark."
"So?" Hatter asked, surprising me. "I'm very certain that others are like you."
"Oh really now?" I smirked, thinking he wouldn't name anyone.
"My good friend, March Hare, is completely terrified of the dark." Hatter smirked. "I'm sure he'd be more than glad to meet you."
"Maybe." I shrugged.