#fear of garlic

[ri-afan]

What if vampires were bad cooks?

Like, their sense of taste and smell is way heightened, sure… but no one said tastes learned to change with it.

They now season their food like Midwest white ladies.

[thelastperfecthandiworkofgod]

We've Nothing to Fear: Beginning

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Content Warnings: Phobias, Endangerment, Apathy, Criminal Behavior, Violence, Death

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I’ve been at this hospital for a little over a month now. Located in a city that somehow didn’t make it on the map of Ohio, it was built especially for teens suffering from severe forms of phobias.

For instance, if you had Alliumphobia (fear of garlic), you might not only be afraid of eating it, you would also be afraid of seeing pictures of it; hearing the word “garlic”; and at this place, the “severe” part would come in the form of paranoia. Maybe you believed that someone in your family had it out for you, and might attempt murdering you by shoving garlic down your throat. I don’t know…I’ve heard crazier things.

Now, I don’t have a phobia. Nothing scares me at all. Spiders, rejection, disappointing others, getting in trouble with the law (or even my mother, for that matter) – nothing scares me. In essence, I lack inhibitions and common sense.

And it took a while for people to realize I just wasn’t being bad to just be bad. It didn’t happen after the fourteenth time I committed grand theft auto – and then led the police on a high speed chase. Or after the ninth time I raced our family car over the train track three seconds before the train hit us.

No…it took the first time I killed my baby cousin, Nia. I was in her nursery, trying to get her to fall asleep. She had been crying for over an hour and in all that time, I had been wondering whether it was true that if you put a newborn in water, they would be fine (considering that they had recently spent the first nine months of their pre-lives in liquid). So, I filled up the bathtub all the way and put her in.

I watched as she looked back up at me from under the water, her little blue eyes full of panic and confusion as she made a little “O” with her mouth. Then she was still.

When it time for questioning at the police station, they had a psychologist sit in and listen to my responses. It was determined that my lack of fear also beget a lack of other things that included the ability to feel apathy and sympathy, or even to make decisions on an emotional basis.

So instead of jail time, they sent me to the teen hospital in not-on-the-map, Ohio. Big mistake on their part.