the fear of everything
Stitches upon stitches engulf my torso in a big hug of comfort. Frayed and tattered edges stretch down my fingers, touching the tip of each one. My arms pull around my chest, head tucked into my neck, feet curled expertly under my body. Deborah stares at me. She looks slightly worried, but I don't worry about that – surprisingly. A loud sigh leaves her mouth, causing me to echo the motion. She rests her forehead into her right hand, scribbling something down on the clipboard. I can't imagine what she'd be writing down seeing as that I haven't said or done anything since I arrived fifteen minutes ago. Debbie – because “oh please, call me Debbie!” - has taken me in as her new patient. Well, not so much as Elizabeth forced me into this therapy mess. I'd much rather be at home, wallowing in self pity and peanut butter crackers. “Castle.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Whatever you have to say.”
“Well I don't have anything to say.”
“C'mon, Castle. Don't do this.”
“Don't do what?” I roll my eyes.
“Get all smart on me. I have a very long list of things to work on with you and I can't have my patient slacking.”
I cringe at the word patient, sucking my teeth at her. “I'm not slacking, I just don't have anything to say on the subject.”
“May I ask why not?”
“Why is that?”
“Because it's none of your beeswax,” I scoff and turn my attention to a beach ball photograph hanging on the wall. Everything in Deborah's white office is very lacking of emotion. It bores me to death, honestly.
“Castle, I can't keep doing this with you. Your mother told me to help you through all of these...fears and I intend to keep my promise.”
“What if I have a fear of therapy?”
“Well that's settled.”
“But what if I'm a pathological liar?”
Deborah has her head in her hands again. This time, both spindly bundles of muscles and veins and fingers are encasing her face. Her voice comes muffled. “Stop it. Now.”
“What if I have a fear of stopping?”
“Sounds like you have a lot of problems. Would you like to stay longer to discuss them?”
“Not really. I kind of have a fear of things I don't like.”
“Castle, I suggest that you give this little charade up and help me out.”
“That's gonna be tough, considering my fear of helping and suggestions.”
“You know what, I think we’re done for today,” she stands and begins to usher me out the door.
“I think that's the best idea you've ever had,” I oblige, strolling out and into the light blue hallway. “Thanks again, Deborah.”
“Oh, it's my pleasure,” she practically sneers. I'm wearing her down. “Let's have a better attitude next time, alright?”
“Sure thing, Deb,” I salute her with two fingers before pivoting and almost jogging out of the complex. I race out of the office, across the faux-marble tiles, and through the ever-narrowing space between two silver elevator doors. My body almost rams into the wall, if not for the cushion of what seems to be a boy.
“Hey, watch it!” two blue eyes glare at me. Tense features soften when his gaze actually settles on me. A tightly-cut jawline slacks momentarily, lips pulling from the hard line and into a bit of a pout, eyes returning – I presume – to what looks like a wonderful, boyish blue.
I groan lightly. “Sorry. It's happened before.”
He chuckles. But this isn't like one of those cardboard-cookie-cutter laughs that could come out of anyone. It's quite quirky. There's a little hitch at the beginning and then this little melody ensues, ending with a breathy sigh and a plastered-on grin. “Really?”
“Seems to be. I've run into business men, dental patients, schizophrenics who thought I was a hallucination. That was an interesting ride...”
“Must've been,” he nods empathetically, a smirk sneaking across his lips. “So, what brings you to floor seven?” a calloused hand pulls me from the ground and into sitting position, next to the blue-eyed mystery boy.
I sigh and lean my head against the wall, rolling my neck so our gazes connect. “Therapy with Debbie the devil.”
“Ouch. Never been, never want to.”
“Trust me, it sucks.”
“What're you in there for?”
“Excessive amount of phobias.”
“Hmm. List some?”
“Too many to list.”
“Aw, c'mon, just a few?”
“I have a fear of listing.” It's weak, using my fears as excuses. I can make up an excuse for anything. Like making lists for example. Who has a fear of making lists?
“Impossible. I have a fear of lying.”
“Oh, a bit humorous are we here.” I smile and touch my index finger to his nose as the bell rings. He helps me to my feet as the doors open up, holding both hands and allowing me to jump.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because i'm a nice person?”
“How does one answer a question with a question?”
“Like so?” he laughs at his own bad joke, continuing the walk to my car.
“I feel like you're prolonging our company.” The wind whips hair across my face.
“Maybe I am. What's your name?”
“Castle. And you?”
“Louis. I'll see you next Thursday, Castle. If you come back to see the devil.”
“Interesting way to say goodbye; so yes. I will see you next Thursday. Even if that means having to bear through another visit with satan.” I stop at my car, unlocking the door before climbing into the driver's seat.
“See you then.”
“What is it?”
“I can't. I have a phobia of seeing.”
Hi lovelies! Well, here it is! This new book is called phobia, and it is indeed an AU for One Direction. Don't worry if you don't like One Direction. In AU's sometimes it's very easy to forget who they are because it's really just personality and looks but 1D doesn't exist, so they're just normal guys. So, in Phobia we have Castle, our female protagonist. We have Deborah, the therapist. And we have Louis, the undecided. Castle is pretty talented with comebacks, as you can see. I can't wait to get some feedback on this and would especially appreciate comments, votes, and you beautiful nuggets spreading the word. Fun fact: every chapter will be named after a phobia that relates to the theme of the chapter. I thought that was kind of a cute idea. So, please feel free to message me or comment below. Don't forget to read, vote, and follow! I'll set up an update schedule soon but for now i'm not sure. Thanks so much for reading!
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