The boy sat alone, head buried in his knees. The darker thoughts were starting to make their way into his head again, and he couldn't stop them from coming. His fluffy catlike ears laid back, he thought of all the times he was too scared to do anything other than run. All the times he had been paralyzed by his fear of women, and strangers in general. He normally tried to think positive, but this time he couldn't help but think negatively of himself. He folded his tiny wings inwards, seemingly having compressed inwards on himself. Stupid. Coward. Childish Brat.
The negative thoughts came, and there was nothing he could do but accept them and try to stop them from destroying him completely. He wanted nothing more than to stop being afraid, though deep inside he knew he never would, and hated himself for it. If he looked up, the water was right in front of where he was, here at the end of the dock. He knew if he looked up he would be tempted to throw himself in. So he sat, and he looked down, there at the edge of the water.
The negative thoughts came, and there was nothing he could do but accept them and try to stop them from destroying him completely. He wanted nothing more than to stop being afraid, though deep inside he knew he never would, and hated himself for it. If he looked up, the water was right in front of where he was, here at the end of the dock. He knew if he looked up he would be tempted to throw himself in. So he sat, and he looked down, there at the edge of the water.
