[ WP ] People have discovered that our greatest phobias exist because they are a foreshadowing of how we will die . You 've completely avoided every situation that would involve yours . Until now .

*I did this. I brought this upon myself. * 
 
 It was a fiery, uncomfortable thing to have a four inch thick piece of metal impaling through your body. My chest, to be exact.. 
 
 But I know I only have myself to blame. When they released SCI-228 about Phobias, I thought I would live forever. I thought I could beat life itself by knowing what would kill me! I thought.. 
 
 My mind was interrupted by an immense pain, and a pooling of warmth on my stomach. In the garage, of all places... That's where I will die. In my *fucking* garage! 
 
 I pushed her away. I pushed them away. My friends, my family, the only one human I had ever loved? How could I have been so foolish! But what was I to think? When my greatest fear had been people all my life... what else could I think? 
 
 See, I was on the top shelf. Not bothering to use a ladder was probably my first mistake. I lost footing and fell, back-first into a clothes rack I had from a rummage sale eight years ago. 
 
 That was the last time I saw Allen, too. I do n't even remember his face anymore. 
 
 I can feel my strength waning. I've gotten so tired over the past couple of minutes. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody knows where I moved, or even when I moved. That's how detached I had become. 
 
 Looking left, I saw the thick and bulging cardboard box that held many of my families memories within. It was dusty, and looked scared from being worn away in the damp garage. Sticking out of the side I recognized the blue-gold frame of an old family picture. It was so gaudy and sharp, I always pestered my mother about why she kept it. 
 
 I do n't remember their faces either. 
 
 Well, that's all I really have to say I guess. My mind is pretty much a blank. Do I regret things in life? Sure, who does n't. It's strange to see it in this perspective... But had I not done this to myself, this isolation; this fear... Regret is a foul thing. 
 
 I think my phobia of people was my biggest regret. 
 
 No, that's not right: 
 
 I think my biggest regret was never having lived at all.
