Autophobia

It’s the fear of being alone, that’s what autophobia means. Being alone, walking home, P.E, all nightmares. I really don’t want to do any of those things, I almost cry in the thought of doing those things. I hate these things. And for the next three weeks, I have to walk home, alone, in the cold for two miles, but that’s not the worst part, the worst part is being alone.

I am terrified of walking home, especially alone. I am terrified of P.E. I am just terrified of being alone on the streets, or at school. I am terrified of bullies. I have been so hurt when I’m alone. It’s when I was called ugly, pregnant, and a piece of shit. All those were from walking home, and picking up my niece, alone. I am tired of being screamed in the face, being picked last, or when getting hit it the stomach with a ball, someone saying, “ooh, now you don’t have to get an abortion!” All that happened in P.E. when I’m alone. I am terrified that somebody will throw grapes at me, push me, and make jokes that I’m pregnant and slept with so and so, which all happened when in the hallways alone.

Alone, what a ugly, disgusting, fearful word. I hate the sound of it, I hate the feeling of it, I just hate alone altogether. Hate it.