Title: Revelations
450 word drabble.
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There are many things to be afraid of.
When you're little there are the shadows that you see creep across your bedroom wall when you're trying to go to sleep after you watched a particularly scary movie that you weren't supposed to see. Or the yellow eyes you swore were glaring at you from the dark crack between your wall and the inside of your closet. Or the ominous growl you hear from under your bed that you believe is a monster just waiting to eat you, no matter how many times you parents say that there's nothing there, and that your bed probably just creaked.
As you grow older you begin to dismiss your fears of monsters in the closet and under your bed, just as you dismiss the notion that the Easter Bunny and Santa are real. You're too old to believe in such nonsense. Because you begin to open your eyes to the world around you, and you realize that there is no time to be afraid of ugly, razor-toothed monsters or killer sharks, when there are murderers, and kidnappers, sex predators, and terrorists to worry about. You open your eyes and realize that you can't worry about the fictional world, when the real world is already full of horrors, around every corner, filling deep into every crevice.
As a teenager, you will mostly never admit to be frightened of any such things. Because, of course, we teenagers are supposed to believe that we are invincible, and that nothing can touch us. And invincibility does not come with fear. Thinking that nothing can touch you means, you ignore every danger that had not effected you. Someone got kidnapped? Well, it's not me, or someone I know. That woman got killed? That would never happen here. You only focus on what's happening in your immediate vicinity, although you would still never admit fear.
I am fearful.
Nobody knows it. I usually fear nothing. Not the world, not people, not myself. Nothing. And that's what everyone saw. I was one who didn't take notice to anything that wasn't happening to him, or somewhere close to him. This hit me close. Next to everything I could and should be fearful of, this really pales in comparison. But it caught me to the core. It shook me at my foundation.
There's the time you realize that the world is cruel. When you realize that there will always be bad. When you realize everything changes.
But what about when you realize that the person you thought you hated, the person you pushed away is, ironically enough, the person who becomes your whole entire world.
And it's your fault that they hate you now.
I am afraid.
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Implied Derek/Casey. Derek's PoV, so you know.
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-Tarryn