Man's enemies are not demons but human beings like himself....

     
       Cherophobia. Gotten from the Greek word "chero" which means to "rejoice". According to popular results gotten from Google, when a person experiences cherophobia, they are often afraid to participate in activities that many would characterize as fun, or of being happy. I think that kind of sucks and definitely has nothing to do with me in any way, seeing as I'm a bitch who loves to get her adrenaline running. But then, also gotten from Google—Sometimes cherophobia can stem from the belief that if something very good happens to a person, or if their life is going well, that a bad event is destined to happen.

    Apart from having the phobia of ridiculously tall heights, I also had an issue with this. At some point in my life, something shitty was bound to happen...and most of the times, those shitty moment happened after an incredibly good one has. For example, I got Klaus and lost what I thought left of my family. My mother was being replaced by my ‘principal’ and I have myself questioning so much things now that I know my father is in a relationship with the oddly formal woman. I guess now I didn't have to bother myself thinking the mad man was working his ass off for extra cash to pay for my education. He didn't really care. He never did. Maybe I was just an easier access to his booty call, who knew.

        I find difficulty walking on the streets I've known to be familiar with for years as I chug down a bottle of alcohol. The roads seem to swivel around and my life seems to have turned to a fucking humourous movie. I had been played by literally every person in that house and while I often tried to be cunning, I had come to the conclusion today that I was the dumbest I knew.

       A guy stumbles across, giving me a dirty smirk as he assesses my body. I take him into no notice until he inches closer and mutters some words I'm unable to make sense of and accompanies it with a harsh touch to my waist. I throw a mean punch which sends him jolting backwards and I take that as a hint to run off. I'm soon on the open street, running amidst speeding cars and causing chaos until...I'm met with blinding headlights and everything turns black.

       
          The butterfly effect. I'm pretty sure a shit ton of people have an idea of what that is and even while the proper understanding might not be there, there's a hint of it that everyone knows about. My butterfly effect kind of began the year before when my mom crashed and decided to leave me with the psychotic man she called her husband. I was never the kind of kid who properly fit in with the others. I wasn't lying when I told Klaus that I wasn't a huge fan of crowds. Being completely honest with myself, I found people oddly annoying with their ability to make assumptions about others, not minding if they were true or not and then going ahead to spread their theories into rumours. It was kind of sickening.

     Even when I attended East High where a bunch of goths, emos and some sort of hobos schooled, I couldn't really bring myself to like anyone until I met River and Kat, who could hardly give a damn about others opinion because they were too busy with themselves. It was like at first sight. My mom's death kind of just added to the whole bummer thing with people...I stuck to isolating myself more and when I'd expect my effect to stop there, it kind of didn't. My dad made the effect a lot more...efficient when he decided to swap my school and bring me to the home of the spoilt brats. I met Klaus, a boy I could hardly stand at first but then got to care about and then like...like a lot.

       There's Taylor. The bitch who I think has a lot going on more than she puts up but would rather humiliate others than have it figured out. Zoie. Possibly the only real tough brat there  and my principal Ellie, who was barely manageable until the moment I caught her on my dad's bed and she became one of those humans I wished never existed. The effect goes thus, if I had not left East High and met Klaus, I probably won't have gone to that carnival and would have spent my saturday, as usual, in my bedroom. My father definitely wouldn't have brought a woman home then or even continued with his relationship with Ellie or maybe for all anyone knows, could have had me figure it all out another way. Not that I'd be happy with it in any way. He cheated on my mother, someone who deserved better.

      Generally, every individual in my life is to blame for the ache in my heart at this very fucking point.

        
      .Niklaus.

     
     “How could you hit someone with your fucking car?!” I yell, unable to keep my voice down after receiving this very disturbing news.

        “Language young man.” My dad, deep voice warns me as he pinches the bridge of his nose, possibly thinking of a solution to the awful mistake he just made.

         "Screw language. You're a doctor, dad, why did you bring her here?"

        "I couldn't take her to the hospital." He quickly replies.

        "Fucking why?!" I almost scream out for the entire neighborhood to hear.

        He holds out his hand, giving me a hard look. "Control yourself Niklaus, I'll give her the proper treatment she needs here. I have no idea why you're getting yourself so worked up."

       He mutters a bunch of other words under his breath as he trails off.

      I take a glance at Raven lying on my sofa once again. She was utterly unconscious and totally unaware she had gotten herself into my house in the most accidental of ways. I'm curious to know what had happened after I had her dropped off, what was so bad that she ended up running round the streets and right in front of my father's car. I take in her features as I slowly reel with anger. She needed treatment and she needed it now.

        "Pretty, isn't she?" Elsie suddenly says, walking over. "Was she the one underneath you that day?"

       My cheeks burn up as she brings up the awkward topic. "How'd you know?"

         "Kind of ran into her at the hospital too." She hisses and I lift a brow, staring at her with wide eyes. They met?