I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. To let him see.

There were no words for how stupid I was. I was beyond stupid. It was a wonder I could manage to even dress myself, I was that utterly stupid.

All I could do now was hope that he wouldn't do anything about it. I stayed where I was, my head on his shoulder, and hoped, hoped and prayed, that nothing would come of it.

What if he tried to send me to a psychiatrist? I couldn't go, I just couldn't. Just the mere thought of a psychiatrist send coils of fear up through me, and involuntarily I shivered, turning my head so that my face was completely buried in his shoulder.

I can't stop myself shaking slightly, and even though I know it's stupid to be so afraid I can't help it. I'm terrified.