Novel & Cerita A Faint Cold Fear

I broke out, fear clinging into my chest, making it cold and suffocating. "And who are you?"

I sense a shadow looming behind the darkness. I can’t help but wonder if my mind is playing a trick again. But, it isn’t. I’m perfectly sure I see something or someone hovering in the shadow. I take a step back. My body shivers under the cold and my heart drums in my ears as I feel the impending fear crawling through my skin.

Not for a second. So why does my chest still feel tight? Why is there this cold flicker of fear curling low in my stomach when I know I’m not the one in the wrong? Maybe because fear is exactly what he feeds on. If I act guilty, if I let my voice shake or my courage slip even a little, he’ll take that weakness and twist it into a leash around my throat. No. Not this time.

I froze, my skin prickling with fear. What now?

She sat on my bed and stared at the floor. “Me too." “How do you feel?." I asked again, my heart was hammering against my ribcage... There was a cold feeling in my belly... So this is fear?. “I feel... It feels wonderful—" I released the breath I had been holding and a mysterious deep calm, like a cool breeze on an extremely hot day came upon me. “But I feel like you low-key hate me." She started standing up. “Wh-what?." “Yes, you turned cold on me all of a sudden. “

Instead, it was a terrifying, suffocating silence. Their tiny, fragile bodies instantly, involuntarily curled into tight, rigid balls. The warm flush of sleep completely drained from their soft skin in a matter of seconds, their delicate lips turning a faint, terrifying shade of bruised blue. They began to shiver violently, their tiny teeth audibly chattering as an unnatural, bone-deep frost seeped directly into their very souls.

I froze. Fear settling deep into my chest.

Elder Oscar announced shakily. Fear... the emotion that makes people weak, feel powerless and become obedient... I wanted them to feel the chills of being in the presence of me and tremble at the sight of me, I wanted them to feel the urge to bow down to me, to submit, as it will serve as a warning to those who wish harm upon me, and as a reminder that one wrong move and they will pay the consequences.

, he deadpanned. “Fuck you Alan”, Freya huffed and sat back. Alan chuckled to himself and pulled her back into him. They both stayed quiet, watching the rhythmic pattern in the falling and rising of Zach's chest. Fear is a feeling deeper than most. Maybe it is because it starts from the pit of your belly and sends tingles to the tips of your fingers and toes. Maybe it is because it sends chills to your spine and leaves you naked and hopeless, vulnerable in the worst ways possible. A slight crack in the wall of your mental health and it comes trashing in, tearing down every bit of optimism and sanity left and leaving you a ghost of what used to be.

Something feral. Something menacing. Fear jolted through me.