Fear, fear never left me; it was an icy cold hand that held me hostage in a tight forceful grip. It felt like a thousand needles were pricking into me, my heart as always shuddering in my chest.

Fear is a dark presence, with its eyes black and always hidden, yet you might not see it's there. It is like a type of blackness that hides in the corner of your eye.

when I sense fear, it gets cold, cold like cold iron metal. it’s not a place, not a room. It’s always with me, when I think it’s gone.. I can just feel it lurking behind my eyes. I always can smell an awful stench of fear,

My skin shivers, and my bones shaked. My muscles and bones scream of a fear that always vanishes.

I can always sense and feel fear, it makes my blood boil, and my sweat turns cold. It makes my mind wander off about the terrible thoughts of fear. It makes the hair on my neck stick upwards, the feeling of fear is vivid, I can’t ever catch the image but I know what it looks like. It runs it’s fake fingers around me grasping me in it’s forceful grip.