Fear is strong and wise, thinking two steps ahead of everyone else. She finds all the hidden cracks and debates over them with her best friend Worry. At a fist glance you can tell she is unwelcome. Her hair is long, straight, and black. No matter how hard she tries to tan she is always pale, and her big blue eyes don’t help any. Fear is always cold, even when the sun is shining. Shaking here and there, sometimes even with crystal tears in her wide eyes. Fear’s favorite hiding places are under her bed or in her closet. There are many blankets in both places for her to curl up in. Fear looks like her mom, Scared; inheriting her lean body made for running. She can out sprint or out run anyone. Fear’s will is stronger than most and she tries her hardest to achieve her goal. She doesn’t like people surrounding her. She prefers the quiet, the dark, and the night. Fear runs freely in the moonlight, dancing around like an untamed beast. Just don’t let her have a weapon, she was a born fighter. However it is her fate that she has a rival, Hope. She sits at a table with Loneliness, Anxiety, and Blame. They all get along quite well. 
  As she lies down to get her little sleep, Fear looks at her scars under her black clothes. Many think she harms herself, but Fear knows that is Depression’s bad habit. She runs her hand along the jagged lines across her back, shivering as she remembered her childhood. Though she was forbidden to tell her mother Scared about them, Fear always knew the truth about her father.  He was strong and stubborn, like Fear, but his tantrums is what gave Fear her name. She did not live with him anymore because Rage was not a good father. Sighing, Fear closed her eyes to get what little sleep she could.