Spontaneous Writings

Agliophobia

(A/N): I'll be adding these author notes at the beginning of each story for context. So I wrote this like two whole years ago (summer of 2016 to be exact; that's the earliest date I could find) shortly after I started Love is Blind. My friend (@celestial07) was asking for some random writing suggestions, and she turned down like every suggestion @luvbird4eva and I were coming up with. But one of the things I suggested, which was writing about a phobia, turned out to intrigue me a lot. So, I looked up a list of phobias and just picked a random one and just started writing whatever came to mind. THIS IS NOT AT ALL EDITED PROFESSIONALLY (like Love Is Blind is) SO BEWARE OF THE CRINGE. I WAS ALSO EXTREMELY NEW TO WRITING AT THIS POINT (literally like my first piece), AND I DIDN'T REALLY PUT TOO  MUCH CARE INTO THIS ONE. I was just writing for fun.

My parents were, as many would describe as, overprotective. They kept constant watch over me since the day I was born. I was their first child, which made sense why they were extra careful that no harm would come my way. I was never allowed near dangerous objects in the house such as the stove, the fireplace, and even the coffee tables when I was young without either of them keeping a very close eye on my every single movement. Toys that had a choking hazard label were even taken seriously by my parents.

Basically, my whole life was me being under the protection of my parents. I never complained though. Their constant watch came as a normal thing for me and it didn't really get in my way; well, except for the fact I couldn't have real fun at outings like camping. My parents were like my guardian angels, except for the time they left me behind...

Now, I'm not talking about me being abandoned or anything like that. My father had to go out of town for a few days to look for a job and my mom went with him for support. They decided to leave me under the protection of my aunt. My aunt was really nice. She had two kids of her own too. Her son was a high school student who didn't really like hanging out with younger kids and her daughter was a baby who was only a year old. My uncle was out on a business trip for the week so it was mostly just me, my aunt, and my baby cousin hanging out and watching TV in the living room. That was until Friday. On Friday, my aunt had given permission to her son to have a party at their backyard. I guess she must've forgotten about that because she was rushing around the house, prepping for the party.

It was late night when the party members began arriving and my aunt stayed in the kitchen, making snacks and food for all of them while monitoring the baby in a crib nearby. All the members were teenagers of course and they had loud music, drinks, and party games to keep themselves busy and having fun. They even had a few fire pits that they would sit around and talk.

Since the music was loud and there was no way I could watch TV, I decided to venture out in the backyard just to see what all the excitement was all about. My attention, however, was focused on the fire pits. I've never seen fire before, except for the kitchen fire which was just a boring controlled blue flame. This fire was amazing and wild; it was free. The orange flames danced according to the wind, playfully licking the sky above. It was so beautiful. I only watched from a far since I was too shy to be around the teens. But when a limbo contest came along, most of them went to the far right side of the yard to either compete or watch, leaving the closest fire pit by me empty.

Without thinking, I started walking towards it, hypnotized by its gorgeous bright colors. I was so fascinated. The warmth that came from the fire expelled the cold of the night and seemed to beckon me closer. Then the next thing I felt was a strong bump from behind and pain. I fell in the pit. The warmth I felt from before turned into blistering hot pain. Every inch of my skin swelled with agony. I screamed out from the overbearing misery that I was in.