I heard the sirens, everything echoing through the trees, cars stopped back at the bridge, the area around us completely empty.

I held onto the man I just met, just as tight as he held onto me. 

I was scared.

Terrified.

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I always pondered about something terrifying.

I never knew what to ponder about though- because did I really know what 'terrifying' meant?

I was scared of being poked at with needle, being forced into a mental hospital or asylum. 

'asylum' made it sound like you were completely out of control of your sanity.

I'm not sure, but I sure as hell knew I was scared of the moment I was living in.

I clung to Josh tightly as the medics got out of the large truck like vehicle, walking over slowly.

One crouched down beside me, placing their hand on my arm. 

I let out a squeal, flinching back, hugging Josh tightly; clinging onto him for my own life; thinking I was in danger.

I trusted very little; and Josh was surprisingly one of them.