I'm afraid of balloons popping. Documentary 2 (Three years later.)

by nicholas
(kokomo in.)

My fear is not getting any better, and I don't know how much longer I can take it. I've only had one person, so far, find out about it. I didn't tell him, he found out... after school... on the bus... sitting next to me. Luckily, no one ELSE found out that day. I guess I may as well tell you the story. It was a pretty good day, I had two tests near the end of the day. I heard the bell ring, and I got on the bus. At least a minute later,(maybe) a 12- year old got on the bus and sat right behind me. Here's the thing: he had a big balloon in his hand. I was kind of nervous and I thought about moving to the front, but a 14- year old got in the seat before me. My friend was sitting next to me and saw that I was looking at the kid's balloon, sweaty and kind of... frozen. He asked me what was wrong and I said, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." but he obviously knew this was nothing and said, "Nick, are you... afraid of... balloons?" I froze. "N-n-no." I said, but he said he had heard of my fear before, and that it was not uncommon. I said, "R-r-really?" I asked him if he was going to not be friends with me, but he just smiled and said, "Of course not, dude. We're best friends. We stick together, no matter what!" I asked him if he could... just not tell anyone else. He smiled again and said, "You kidding? My lips are sealed." I thanked him, and all the while home, he was showing me the things he had in his backpack, trying to take my mind off the balloon, but I just couldn't stop staring at the balloon. It felt like it was staring at ME. Just waiting for the right moment to burst.

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