Cherophobia = Sorry-C

My teacher gave my class an assignment for phobias and well I had none so I could make one up though I did get a lot of negative comments back but I dont mind its their opinion

You might be wondering what cherophobia is well its a severe case for me. You see its a fear of happiness or gaiety. Chero is Greek fro rejoice, happiness or gaiety. I never had this when i was born nor was it a recent development. It started when i was 6 years old. My mother decided to remarry a man whom was kind in the beginning. My real father had died, from lung cancer, as soon as i was 3 years old. It was all fun and games for the first few months until my stepfather was fired from work. That's when everything went south. 

My mother started working overtime for the most of it. I didn't realize that my stepfather was following me to school and the whole day. On Sunday he kept asking me the same thing over and over again. "Hey Cathy smile for me please." I did what he told me but it seemed that I had angered him. 

Okay not to offend anyone lets call my stepfather Bob so i don't have to call him well a him. Anyways Bob started beating me like no tomorrow and screamed out your smile is disgusting. On Monday i had a lot of bruises so i covered them with a sweater. I was having a good time at school but when i got home Bob was waiting with some rope and tape. As Bob tied me up he mumbled to himself and when Bob was finished he pulled a box cutter and slowly put it at my arm. 

"You smiled 4 times today its time for punishment. " i didn't understand what he had meant at first. One slash onto another it wasn't too deep but it hurt a lot. He would finish before my mom came home of course I was too scared to tell her about anything. 

Tuesdays are punches Wednesdays are kicks Thursdays are slow suffocation. Fridays were the only day that i didn't have to fear Bob because he went out drinking and my mom came back early to spend time with me. Saturdays Bob was the knife thrower as i stayed in one spot. Sundays weren't beatings instead it wad being his ashtray for his cigars. He didn't do it at random spots no it was my back. Everyday was repeated just like that. The pain of him Coming to school with me to observe my actions drew me closer to build a wall around myself. 

Nearly two months had past Bob asked me to smile. I started to tremble as i forced a smile on my face. The horror look on his face turned red. That very day was Thursday and it was suffocation slowly. He kept yelling that's not a smile that's not a smile. Bob repeated that over and over again as i was losing more and more air by the second. I closed my eyes as it all happened ready to accept my death. The door opened my tear fell off my face my mother looking horrified as what was happening to me i fell to a deep slumber because Bob was still suffocating me. 

As i awoke my mother was crying beside me in the hospital. I had so many untreated cuts and bruises that it would take a while before it can grow back. The only thing that would leave a scar is the cigar spots on my back. Many times i close my eyes and i can see Bob waiting for me to "help" him. I wake up in cold sweat. I visited a psychiatrist and he prescribed me with medicine to subdue the symptoms. When I'm at school people laugh and then I have a narrow line of breathing. I read in front of people and they smile which makes me sweat and tremble uncontrollably. My teachers know my situation but I get mistaken for taking drugs in broad daylight. I have no friends but i try to keep a conversation though it only lasts for about a minute and i rush out of the room. I still take therapy every 2nd day and test my endurance but i do know that its a long road ahead of me. 

This is my fear and one time i was changing for gym. My classmates told me that my scars on my back say Sorry-C. I faintly remember him teaching me that names aren't important to remember the bad times only an initial is fine. Of course i was too little to understand his words but I do now.

Author's Note

Sorry for the grammar issues and ignore the bad wording

Reviews

[Peacegal]

U really are a good storyteller. I was so engrossed in it. Good job:)

[CrimsonShinigami]

Thank you very much

[Hasan Hersi]

woa..... How on earth did you manage to capture all that emotion???????

[CrimsonShinigami]

I construct my ideas carefully before writing my rough draft and think of countless situations that best describes the feeling I want in the story and research along the way to get a better idea and mold it.