To clear things up, I've written the mental illnesses with the person in the chapter name.

Also, I don't think the next one is a mental illness nor a phobia, but I really felt like writting this since it is still a state of mind and being.

Enjoy!

The fear of Abandonment.

Chloe hadn't always been this clingy or demanding, she hadn't always been the brat she was this day, but now she was, and she didn't know what to do about it.

You see, when Chloe was very young, her mother had left her and her dad, her dad had tried convincing and reassuring her that zhe would be back.

And she believed it.

At least, for almost a year. When her maman had left, she was too young to understand that her maman wouldn't come back.

She was naive and only when she grew older and as the disappointment started to settle in, she realized she wouldn't come back.

This resulted in Chloe trying to get her way, in her wanting to be show she was loved, but she realized she wasn't loved.

Everyone saw her as a stuck-up brat.

And it hurt. Especially when Adrien started coming to school, she wasn't as clingy on his first day, but then he started getting friends, he never looked at her twice anymore.

She was extremely aware of how everyone looked disgusted at her when she pushed Sabrina around and how she would embrace Adrien and plant kisses on his cheeks.

She was aware that everyone thought she loved him. Aware of how they thought ahe went for his looks or his money.

It hurt.

She was starting to grow more distant from him. He pushed her away but she just wanted his love.

Chloe started to pull back little by little, slipping away from him.

Then one day she heard Adrien and his friends talking, his voice was loud and clear from within the locker room.

"I know Chloe's a brat-"

That was all she needed to hear to turn on her heel, head hung in shame, as she sped out of the school.

"- but she'a still my friend."

She walked around for a little while, before eventually deciding to call her driver, asking him to come and bring her home.

She had let herself fall into her bed, before curling up and choking out sobs. She didn't know how long she had cried, but it felt like years.

Only once she had felt as miserable as she felt.

Her head felt numb as the voice in her head chanted things inbetween the lines of: "He hates you."

Chloe was absent for the next days, afraid of going back to school, afraid to face Adrien.

But one afternoon, just after classes had ended, there was a knock on her door.

She sat up from where she had been laying on her couch, watching Netflix.

"Come in." She said, voice raspy.

The moment the door opened she regretted her words, because in the doorway there was the person that had started her misery.

"Hi." The blond said as the slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Are you okay, Chlo? You've been absent and haven't been responding to my texts."

"Why would you care, you think I'm a brat anyways." She said quietly.

"Why would you say that? Chlo, your one of my best friends." He told her, walking over to her and sitting down next to her.

She looked away from him, not daring to meet his gaze. "I heard you say it, last week."

He sighed. "Yes, I might have said that, but I still care about you, you're like a sister to me. And you might not be the nicest but that doesn't matter to me." Adrien placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

She looked up at him. "Why? I'm a horrible person, yet you're still sticking to my side..."

He smiled softly. "Because that's what friends do."