Dromophobia.

Definition: The fear of crossing the street.

Call me a wuss, call me a scaredy cat, call me whatever, but you don't know what I've been through. They never know. They never bother to ask.

"Hey JJ! Why are you carrying that piece of s*** around every time you cross the street? Little baby needs her mommy to hold her hand while crossing the street? Oh boo hoo!"

Yeah? Well frick you.

Did somebody you hold dear to your heart die on the street while you were there to watch it all? Huh? Did your sibling get hit by a drunk driver? Huh? Maybe, who knows! But here I am, asking you, curious of why such a simple task is a burden to do!

I clutch the worn out, baby blue stuffy in my arms, taking slow breaths. With every step I take on the road, my heart beats,

faster,

faster. {I'll remove this later but EY SHOUT OUT TO That_internet_nerd You know where this is from ;) }

My mind races.

I see her.

"Sis! Watch out!"

"NO!" I scream, stumbling upon the cold cement pavement, the soft bunny being cradled in my arms, squeezed for dear life. I reach out for the road, the small wave of panic slowly washing away. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale...

Exhale...

And then I'm ok. And then It dawns on me that I've been laying on the sidewalk, tears threatening to spill from my cloudy blue eyes. I get up, small scrapes from the impact of my fall formed on my knees. I give the stuffy another tight squeeze before feeling relaxed once again.

Dear Dromophobia,

frick you.