Creative writing. Off the top of my head.
Lillian ran through the street drastically, against the pull of the wind, but she pushed her way to freedom.
But it wouldn?t help. Lillian couldn?t get Fear free.
No matter how hard she tried.
Being a dropout from high school, Lillian found it hard to get a job quickly, and that was a big problem for her parents. It irritated her to see she had to find her own path for once, but in a way it felt more peaceful.
Except for Fear.
It wouldn?t let go.
Yesterday, on May the 14th, Lillian was walking back to her apartment, when she saw a shadow behind a small tree. It wasn?t small enough to be the size of the developing sapling, but Lillian instantly recognised it. It was Fear itself, and, being quite brave, Lillian stood there, 4 blocks away from her quaint apartment. It crept up over her, making her shudder. This isn?t what she wants.
?Maybe,? Lillian silently thinks. ?I can run the four blocks to my apartment. I?ll do it so suddenly, it?s not gonna know.? Lillian isn?t bad at running, so escaping would be easy.
It?s her only choice, so three minutes after having a watch of Fear trying to terrify her, she makes the dash. Fear hovers behind her, but drifts off into the distance around near the second block away. Lillian knows, however, that Fear is still inside her.
She can?t escape; it doesn?t want her to.