It was a rainy Friday night. A soaked fifteen year old girl stood in the rain. The look in her eyes showed anger, but her body signalled fear. There was an ongoing war on her head between two of her strongest emotions. Fear and Anger.

The war had many battles. The two emotions had taken over many territories, but recently Anger has been invading more areas and had became stronger and stronger. As for Fear, their defense was weakening and they only had one area to defend. The odds were in Anger's favor.

"What's wrong, darling? I thought you were going to kill me?"

There was a woman that sat infront of the teenage girl. Her back against the alleyway wall and a smug smile plastered on her face. Blood dripped from her abdomen. Her hand covered the wound, but it was doing little to stop the dizziness.

The girl did not respond verbally, but the woman could tell by the intense grip she had on the silenced pistol that she was angry. Her finger was on the trigger, but she was hesitating.

Come on!

She thought to herself. The longer she stalled, the more upset she got with herself.

Why now?! Why am I hesitating now?! All I need is a shot in the head and the cause of all my suffering will be over! I just need to the pull the trigger. That's it.

She was lying. The woman before her wasn't tbe cause of her suffering, but instead she was a factor. She was apart of all her suffering.

This was an effect of the war inside her head. Anger had just invaded the Mind. The only territory Fear had control over. The two emotions were battling, but anger was violent and cruel. They showed no mercy to Fear as they destroyed their small defense with their army of offense.

"Pull the trigger!"

That was Anger's choice. It's what they thought was the right thing to do. They wanted the girl to pull the trigger. They truly believed that if the woman infront of them died, everything would get better. That the bullying would magically disappear from her life and there'd be no more abuse. That she would finally be free.

"Don't kill her! We'd be lost without her! Not only will we be alone, but people will try to take us!"

Fear. An emotion that the woman always brought out. During the life-long years of abuse and almost complete isolation from the outside world if it wasn't for the internet, Fear had become their very own person. They were afraid of the woman, but at the same time they were thankful.

"I..."

The girl said a single word. The anger in her eyes were being replaced, but by what emotion?

There was a single soldier left. Fear stood infront of an army of Anger with only their shield and sword. Tears erupted from their eyes as they realized their demise. They dropped their sword and shield. Fear fell onto their knees and hands and begged.

"Please don't kill her! Without her, we're nothing but useless stress toys for Mason and Jess! I don't want to be alone! Please!"

Fear continued to beg until their begging turned into wailing. Anger watched as their enemy broke down infront of them. The helmets they wore hid their expressions in darkness.

"I can't do it..."

The girl said, dropping the gun. She hadn't realized it, but she was crying. She was no longer angry, but she wasn't scared either. No, she was sorry. She felt regret.

"I'm so sorry, mom. Please don't die. H-How do I fix you? I'm sorry I betrayed you."

The woman's smile widened as her daughter kneeled beside her, wanting to help.

"It's fine. Don't be sorry. I would've been proud of you for killing me. I wouldn't want to die any other way."

The Anger inside the girl had felt pity for Fear, so they decided to give Fear the win. With that, they left. Fear, who was crying heavily, had stopped. They had cried themselves to sleep.