Fear

Creative Writing Class Rough Draft- Fear

I can't recall the day I met IT but I have vivid memories of where it came from. I would not call IT a friend but rather and intruder who has stalked me my entire life.

I remember hearing my mother take the beatings. The sounds of her boyfriend's fist hitting her. My mother's loud cries echoed down the hall as my bother and I stood by helplessly. Household goods, family dreams, my mother's body- all shattered. I wondered why she would stay? Was this the way love was? Did love have to hurt?

Eventually my mother left him and we moved on with our lives. IT, however, the intruder, remains with me and I am sure my mother as well to this day. IT has no face but seems to be there like an old trusty friend. I call IT fear.

I live for the day fear and I have no relationship. For then I will truly know what it is like to be free.