Brandon
"I have to go meet the doctor, Dennis," I told my Beta who was sitting across from me.
"What? Why? Are you sick or are you not recovering?" He asked, worriedly.
"Both," I replied, pulling my collar like it was choking me.
"Both? What do you mean?" He asked and stood up quickly. He touched my forehead and sighed deeply.
"Your body looks quite okay. What is the matter again?" I asked.
"I think I found something that can control and maintain my phobia," I whispered, with my eyes down.
"What are you talking about? I thought you said that fear was a mild thing, and it was supposed to be a minute thing," He said.
"Oh, Dennis. You don't understand anything, do you?" I sighed in disappointment. "When you left, I decided to check if it was truly something mild. I wounded myself a li
