Fear Nothing (Detective D. D. Warren Series #7) [NOOK Book]


In #1 New York Times bestseller Lisa Gardner’s latest pulse-pounding thriller, Detective D. D. Warren must face a new fear as a serial killer terrorizes Boston.

My name is Dr. Adeline Glen. Due to a genetic condition, I can’t feel ...
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In #1 New York Times bestseller Lisa Gardner’s latest pulse-pounding thriller, Detective D. D. Warren must face a new fear as a serial killer terrorizes Boston.

My name is Dr. Adeline Glen. Due to a genetic condition, I can’t feel pain. I never have. I never will.

The last thing Boston Detective D. D. Warren remembers is walking the crime scene after dark. Then, a creaking floorboard, a low voice crooning in her ear. . . . She is later told she managed to discharge her weapon three times. All she knows is that she is seriously injured, unable to move her left arm, unable to return to work.

My sister is Shana Day, a notorious murderer who first killed at fourteen. Incarcerated for thirty years, she has now murdered more people while in prison than she did as a free woman.

Six weeks later, a second woman is discovered murdered in her own bed, her room containing the same calling cards from the first: a bottle of champagne and a single red rose. The only person who may have seen the killer: Detective D. D. Warren, who still can’t lift her child, load her gun, or recall a single detail from the night that may have cost her everything.

Our father was Harry Day, an infamous serial killer who buried young women beneath the floor of our home. He has been dead for forty years. Except the Rose Killer knows things about my father he shouldn’t. My sister claims she can help catch him. I think just because I can’t feel pain doesn’t mean my family can’t hurt me.

D.D. may not be back on the job, but she is back on the hunt. Because the Rose Killer isn’t just targeting lone women, he is targeting D.D. And D.D. knows there is only one way to take him down:

Fear nothing.
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Kirkus Reviews
★ 2014-01-07
Recovering from a nasty fall down a flight of stairs, Detective D.D. Warren, of Boston Homicide, tangles with a pair of sisters who put her pain in a whole new perspective. Forty years ago, Harry Day, about to be arrested for killing eight prostitutes, got his wife to slit his wrists before the police closed in. He left behind two young daughters: Shana, a sociopath who followed so closely in her father's footsteps that she was jailed for life when she killed a neighborhood boy at age 14, and Adeline, not quite a year old when her father died, who's grown up cursed by an inability to feel physical pain. Naturally, Adeline went to medical school and became a psychiatrist specializing in pain management, and it's in that capacity that D.D. consults her after an accident at a blood-soaked crime scene leaves her with an impressive set of injuries. Christine Ryan, the victim who's been smothered and flayed by someone who left behind a bottle of champagne, a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and a long-stemmed rose, is followed distressingly quickly by a second victim, occupational therapist Regina Barnes. Even worse, the handiwork of the Rose Killer is gruesomely linked to the criminal careers of Harry Day, dead these 40 years, and his daughter Shana, who's been in the Massachusetts Correctional Institute for over 25 years. Alternating as usual between third-person chapters following D.D.'s investigation and first-person chapters dramatizing Adeline's point of view, Gardner (Touch & Go, 2013, etc.) paints an indelible portrait of two troubled sisters so closely bound together by blood that they agree: "Blood is love." If you think Gardner pulled out all the stops in D.D.'s previous cases (Catch Me, 2012, etc.), you ain't seen nothing yet. Better fasten your seat belt for this roller-coaster ride through family hell.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780698148529
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 1/7/2014
  • Series: Detective D. D. Warren Series , #7
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 1,604
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Lisa Gardner

LISA GARDNER is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of fifteen previous novels, including her most recent, Touch & Go. Her Detective D. D. Warren novels include Catch Me, Love You More, and The Neighbor, which won the International Thriller of the Year Award. She lives with her family in New England.
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2014  by Lisa Gardner, Inc. 

Hello darkness, my old friend . . . The body was gone, but not the smell. This kind of scene, Sergeant Detective D.D. Warren knew, would hold the stench of blood for weeks, even months to come. The crime scene techs had removed the top mattress but still . . . Blood had a life of its own. Once freed from its human vessel, it could seep into dry wall, slip behind wooden trim, pool between floor boards. If the landlord ever wanted to rent this unit again, it would involve a total gut of the master bedroom. Not to mention the neighbors moving far, far away and never saying a word.

Twenty-eight year old Tara Blythe used to have approximately

4.7 liters of blood pumping through her veins. Now, most of it stained this grim, shadowy space.

I’ve come to talk with you again . . .

The call had come in shortly after nine a.m. Good friend Midge Roberts had grown concerned when Tara hadn’t answered the knocks on her front door or the texts to her cell phone. Tara was the responsible kind. Didn’t oversleep, didn’t run off with a cute bartender, didn’t come down with the flu without providing a heads up to her best bud, who picked her up promptly at seven thirty each weekday morning for their commute to a local account­ing firm.

Midge had contacted a few more friends. All agreed no one had heard from Tara since ten the night before. Midge gave into in­stinct, summoned the landlord.

Who finally agreed to open the door. Then vomited all over the upstairs hall upon making the find.

Midge hadn’t come up the stairs. Midge had stood in the foyer of the narrow duplex, and, as she’d reported to D.D.’s squadmate Phil, she’d known. Just known. Probably, even from that distance, she’d caught the first unmistakable whiff of drying blood.

Hello darkness, my old friend . . .

Upon arrival, the scene had immediately struck D.D. with its marked contrasts. The young, female victim, sprawled spread eagle on her own bed, staring up at the ceiling with sightless blue eyes. Pretty features nearly peaceful, shoulder-length brown hair pooling softly upon a stark white pillow.

Except then, from the neck down . . .

Skin, peeled off in thin, curling ribbons. D.D. had heard of such things. At eleven this morning, she got to see them first hand. A young woman, flayed in her own bed. With a bottle of cham­pagne on her nightstand, and a single red rose placed across her bloody abdomen.

I’ve come to talk with you again . . .

Next to the bottle of champagne, Phil had discovered a pair of handcuffs. The kind purchased in high end sex shops and fur-lined for a willing partner’s comfort. Taking in the cuffs, the sparkling wine, the red rose . . .

Lovers tryst gone awry, Phil had theorized. Or, given the level of violence, a jilted boyfriend’s final act of vengeance. Tara had broken up with some sorry sucker, and last night, sorry sucker had returned to prove once and for all who was in charge.

But D.D. hadn’t been on board. Yes there were handcuffs, but not on the victim’s wrists. Yes there was uncorked champagne, but not a single glass for drinking. Finally, sure, there was the rose, but not in a florist’s wrap for gifting.

The scene felt too . . . deliberate to her. Not a crime of passion or a falling out between consenting adults. But a carefully staged production that involved months, years, maybe even a lifetime of careful planning and consideration.

In D.D.’s opinion, they weren’t just looking at a crime scene. They were looking at a killer’s deepest, darkest fantasy.

And while this might be the first scene they were investigating, a homicide this heavily ritualized was probably not the last.

Hello darkness, my old friend . . .

D.D.’s squad, the crime techs techs, the ME’s office, not to mention of a plethora of other investigators had spent six hours working the scene. They’d documented, dusted, diagramed, and discussed until the sun had set, dinner commute was on, and stom­achs were growling, not to mention tempers flaring. As lead detec­tive D.D. had finally sent everyone home with orders to refresh, then regroup. Tomorrow was another day, when they could search federal databases for other homicides matching this description, while building the profiles of their victim and killer. Plenty to do, many angles to investigate. Now get some rest.

Everyone had listened. Except, of course, D.D.

It was nearly ten o’clock now. She should be returning home. Kissing her husband hello. Checking in on her three-year old son, already tucked into bed at this late hour. Working on her own good night’s sleep.

But she couldn’t do it. Some instinct—question? Insight?—had driven her back to this tragic space in this too quiet duplex. For most of the day, she and her fellow detectives had stood here and debated what they saw. Now, she stood with the lights out, in the middle of a blood-scented room, and waited for what she could feel.

I’ve come to talk with you again . . .

Tara Blythe had already been dead before the killer had made his first cut. That much they could tell from the lack of anguish stamped into her pale face. The victim had died relatively easily. Then, most likely as her heart emitted a final few pumps, the killer had delivered his first downward slash across her right flank.

Meaning murder hadn’t been about the victim’s pain, but about. . .

Presentation? Staging? The ritual itself? A killer with a compul­sion to skin. Maybe started with small animals or family pets, then, when that still wasn’t enough, the fantasy refused to abate . . .

The ME would check for hesitation marks, if determining jag­ged edges was even possible given the mounds of thin, curling skin. Check for vaginal bruising, swab for semen.

But once again, D.D. had nagging sense of discomfort. Those elements were the things a criminal investigator could see. And deep inside, D.D. already suspected that was the wrong track. In­dulging, in fact, in exactly what the killer wanted them to do.

Why stage things just so, if not to manipulate your audience into seeing exactly what you wanted them to see?

Then it came to her. The thought she’d had in the back of her head. The first and foremost question worth pursuing and the rea­son she now stood in the dark, her vision deliberately obscured: Why set a scene?

A sound. The duplex’s front door, easing carefully open? A creak of the stair riser as a heavy foot found the first step? The groan of a floorboard just down the hall?

A sound. She heard a sound and that quickly, Sergeant Detec­tive D.D. Warren realized something she should’ve figured out fifteen minutes ago. That song, the tune she’d been humming by Simon and Garfunkel without really even being aware of it . . . That song wasn’t coming from solely inside her head.

Someone else was singing it, too. Softly. Outside the bedroom. From elsewhere in the dead woman’s apartment.

Hello darkness, my old friend . . .

D.D.’s hand shot to her sidearm, unsnapping the shoulder hol­ster, drawing her Sig Saur. She whirled, dropping into a crouch as her gaze scanned the shadows for sign of an intruder. No shifts in the blackness, no shadows settling into the shape of a human form.

But then, she heard it again.

I’ve come to talk to you again . . .

Quickly, she crept from the bedroom into the darkened hall, leading with her weapon. The narrow corridor didn’t offer any over­head lights. Just more shadows caused by the light from neighbors’ apartments casting through the duplex’s uncovered windows. A wash of lighter and darker shades of gray dancing across the hard­wood floor.

But she knew this house, D.D. reminded herself, easing care­fully forward. She’d already tread this hall, judiciously avoiding the pools of vomit, while noticing every pertinent detail . . .

She reached the top of the stair case, still looking side to side, then peering down, into the pool of inky black that marked the landing below. The humming had disappeared. Worse than the singing was the total silence.

Then suddenly, a voice, whispering in the same lilting tone: “Detective D.D. Warren, my old friend . . .”

D.D. halted. Her gaze ping-ponged reflexively, trying to deter­mine the location of the voice as it continued, slow and mocking:

“I’ve come to talk with you again . . .”

She got it then. Felt her own blood turn to ice as the full impli­cation sank in. Why do you stage a scene? Because you’re looking for an audience. Or maybe, one audience member in particular. Detective D.D. Warren. Darkness, my old friend.

Still holding her drawn Sig Sauer, she reached belatedly for her cell.

Just as a fresh noise registered directly behind her.

She spun. Eyes widening. But where, how . . .

The hulking figure, looming out of the shadows: “Hello, Detec­tive . . .”

Instinctively, D.D. stepped back. Except she’d forgotten about the top of the staircase. Her left foot, searching for traction, found only open space . . .

No! Her cell, clattering down. Her Sig Sauer, coming up. Try­ing belatedly to lean forward, regain her balance.

And then . . . The shadow moving. Herself falling.

Just like that. Down, down, down.

At the last second, D.D. squeezed the trigger. An instinctive act of self-preservation. Boom, boom, boom. Though even she knew, it was too little, too late

Her head connected with the hard wood landing. A crack. A shooting pain.

And then the sound of silence . . .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2014

    Plot spoilers

    3 reviews and 2 are ruinous plot spoilers. Please bn, do something to these rude plot spoilers who feel the overwhelming need to read the book, then tegurgitaye the entire book in their own words as if the rest of the readers are too dumb to read. Hey, plot spoilers....just a few lines are enough to say if the book is good or not. You do not have to retell the entire book.

    17 out of 22 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2014

    So creepy!

    Seriously. Creep factor was amazing. I fell in love with the D.D. Warren series years ago and this one did NOT dissappoint! Thank you, Lisa Gardner for keeping the series going!

    12 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    New fav author

    Loved it!! Can't wait to read more of her books!!

    11 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2014

    Sluggish Start, Fantastic Ending!

    After waiting almost 2 years for the new D D Warren episode, I must confess, I almost archived it after about 20 chapters. Fortunately I decided to continue and am extremely happy I did. In the beginning there were many things going on all at the same time and in what appeared to be total disorganization. At one point I asked myself what I was doing trying to struggle through. I couldn't seem to put things together but then about chapter 30 or so the pieces all started to fit and wow the paragraphs just flew by and every page was full of excitement, surprise and more information. Eventually all came together for a great ending. Another fantastic episode in the life of detective D D Warren. I just hope it doesn't take 2 years for episode 8!

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 2, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    What a ride! Incredible! I intend to read more of Lisa Gardner's

    What a ride! Incredible! I intend to read more of Lisa Gardner's books. The storyline is riveting and intense. I always like a hint of spirit in the books I read so this one filled the bill for my perfect read. I recommend highly for those who love to hang on to every word and sit on the edge of the seat.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2014

    Loved it!

    Lisa did not disappoint me. Couldn't put it down!

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 8, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    Detective D. D. Warren is called to work on a horrendous crime s

    Detective D. D. Warren is called to work on a horrendous crime scene with a signature rose left at the scene but a killing technique that is a shocker! Having to visualize such a scene is bad enough but soon D.D. returns to the scene where she herself is viciously attacked and shot off her gun three times. Although she is physically recovering from the event, in excruciating pain beyond description, she pursues two directions. One is fulfilling the orders of her superiors to see a psychiatrist, Dr. Adeline Glen; and the other is meeting with her peers to continue to solve the initial crime that has now occurred a second time.
    Dr. Adeline has her own problems, the first being an inability to feel any physical pain whatsoever. While that might seem terrific, in reality it’s a huge risk because she has to monitor against infection or the breaking of any body parts several times a day. Feeling is a protective device against any external or internal threat to the body. What would it be like to be lacking such an essential part of one’s internal defense system?
    Add to Dr. Adeline’s dilemma the fact she has a psychopathic sister, Shana, who is serving a life prison sentence. She’s the emotional opposite of her Adeline. Shana seethes with unbridled hate against her sister. Adeline has no idea why she committed vicious murders both outside and inside prison. Their father, by the way, was the famous Harry Day, who killed woman and buried them under the floor boards of their home, that is until the day he was killed by another family member.
    With all of this mayhem continuing and now connecting all of these characters and two other critical people, detectives and D. D. are attempting to discovery the identity of the Rose Killer. Ironically, one begins to believe it may be one of our main characters who is doing the killing, logically thinking. But logic is a liar over and over in this hair-raising tale. One feels the tension building by leaps and bounds as the story continues and ends with several solutions that the reader is in no way prepared for – phenomenal!
    Lisa Gardner writes a novel that is thriller, crime fiction, paranormal tale, and mystery that clearly marks her as a professional in her trade and one to follow avidly. Stunning, mind-boggling, amazing novel, Ms. Gardner!

    3 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 8, 2014

    I tend to read a lot of thrillers, but almost none of them grab

    I tend to read a lot of thrillers, but almost none of them grab me in the way Fear Nothing did. With a unique protagonist, villains you feel oddly connected to as a reader and and an intelligent plot, this is one of the must-reads on your reading lists for this new year.

    Fear Nothing has two protagonists. One of them is the familiar trope – a female detective, struggling to balance the job with life at home. She’s intelligent, clever, and not afraid to think out of the box. But when she investigates a murder scene on her own and gets attacked by the murderer, something inside of her breaks.

    She’s sent to a therapist, Adeline Glen, who helps D.D. get over the anger she feels toward her pain now she can’t use her arm anymore. While Adeline helps D.D., she also reveals clues about herself, and gets more and more involved in the investigation. Because Adeline is no ordinary therapist. She hides two dark and terrible secrets.

    She can’t feel pain. And her sister is Shana Day, a murderer in her own right. They’re both daughters of Harry Day, a serial killer who’s legacy runs on, even today.

    When the investigation leads toward Adeline’s sister, Shana, who’s been locked up in prison for several years, Adeline realizes she has no choice but to confess the truth. Because whoever is murdering these women – skinning them – may be after her too.

    D.D., our lead detective, didn’t surprise me all that much. She was an enjoyable character, not all too grumpy, thank God (it seems like the grumpy detective is the new way to go if you read the latest thrillers) but she’s not that original, nor refreshing. Adeline on the other hand…wow. Now that’s a character so complicated it’s dazzling. With a background story that would make any reader jump in their seat, and an ever-changing personality, she’s drawn between the person her adoptive father wanted her to be, and between the person her real family made her become. With a fascination for her own legacy, a deep, dark secret, and her inability to feel pain, her difficult relationship with her sister, she’s one of the most fascinating, intriguing characters I’ve read about in ages. If she were the main character of this book, only her, without D.D., or she’d been forced into the role of the detective, that would’ve been fireworks.

    Unfortunately, that’s not the case, and it’s time to talk about two other intriguing characters. Shana Day, Adeline’s sister, so observative she notices everything that goes on around her before anyone else does. Shana, who portrays no emotions, but would go to any length to protect her sister. Shana, who was forever scarred by what her father did to them. She was a lot darker than Adeline, yet not truly a villain either. I felt for her, wrapped up as she was in her own sadism, and anti-social personality, messed up by those early years of life, the most fragile ones. It was hard to grasp her, to figure out what was going on in her mind, and that made her interesting.

    Then the last protagonist – the villain. I won’t say much about it, except that it left me guessing for a long, long time.

    As for plot, it’s a complicated story that has enough twists to entertain even the most well-read mystery fans. More even than about catching the killer, the book is about family, about what makes a murderer, and about the traces that leaves, not just to the victims and their families, but to the murderer’s own family.

    3 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2014

    This is one of her best.

    This is one of her best.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2014

    Love it

    Another well written book by Lisa Gardner! I have read them all and this did not disappoint. I could not put this down! It leaves you guessing the whole way through.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 20, 2014

    Read nothing except "Fear Nothing" before reading anyt

    Read nothing except "Fear Nothing" before reading anything else. I have read and loved every one of Lisa Gardner's work . "The Neighbor", "Live to Tell", "Love You More", "Catch Me", "Touch & Go", and now "Fear Nothing" have all received A or A+ ratings from me! That is high praise from an avid reader of 3 to 5 books a week. I am so pleased that this author has continued to live up to my high standards. I can't say that about most of my other FORMERLY favorite authors. They're pumping out  so many books so quickly they seem like they're written by someone else. I read Gillian Flynn's "Gone Girl" when it first came out over a year ago and every book paled by far in comparison until "Fear Nothing". It's VERY rare that I'll pay for a hard cover on its first day out which I do with Gardner's books. Keep up the great work and stick to your high standards, Lisa; no pressure right!? :)

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2014

    I enjoyef thid S book I Enjoyed this book

    Besides a couple of annoying typos that always seem to be in anything I read...paper books, digital books, newspapers, magazines...I thought this was an interesting book with interesting characters.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2014

    Hannah's fear


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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2014

    Calli's Fear

    I fear everytime l get into something like a car. You never know what could happen. And the thought of dieing to me is very scary. I love to sleep because l love to dream, but not awkening is another fear. I always fear the purge and anarchy.... eeeee... ):

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    Posted July 14, 2014



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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2014

    My greatest fears...

    I fear being able to protect the ones I love, especially from themselves. I fear not being able to protect myself and others from me. I do not fear the dark; I fear that I no longer see the things that lurk, not only in the night, by day as well. I fear that evil and corruption are not as obvious as they seem. I do not fear physical things: spiders, snakes. There are much worse things to be scared of. Death does not scare me, but I do not wish for it. There are worse things than death. I fear hurting those who care, by dying, by leaving them. I do not fear that I will never be perfect; more than that, I fear that I have already accepted that I will never be close to perfect. I fear that I don't even try to care about being good enough, that I don't have ambition. I fear that I don't care. I fear I have given up. I fear that I feel as though life is meaningless. That all we are all just here to live, reproduce, die. I fear there is a he<.>ll and I will go to it. I fear there is nothing after death. I fear that I doubt myself, and my God. I fear the darkness in all of us. I fear I'm not who I think I am. I fear I am who I think I am. I'm not afraid of not being remembered; I fear that I will never truly accomplish anything. I fear there are no real, lasting accomplishments; that nothing actually matters. I realize that there are plenty of reasons to live, but that everything changes, and we are mostly powerless, in the grand scheme of the endless eternity of the universe. I fear having power, and I fear being powerless. I fear that the choices I make, the things I say, the things I think define me, because how else am I supposed to know who I am? I fear that humanity is slowly becoming less and less humane. I fear that I cannot do anything to change almost anything; I fear that I could change it for the worse. I fear that I cannot make black-and-white choices. The way everything is not merely in two colors, or even in various shades of grey. It is a full spectrum of colors that I cannot begin to comprehend. One thing I would like to point out, though, is that I do not usually think about all of this. I suppose I fear having these fears, acknowledging them, because thinking about those fears? I fear it might make them all the more real.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2014

    My fears:

    ((Please note, I am not copying anyone, no matter how much it may seem.)) <br>
    I fear heights, drowning, living on my own, burning to death. I do not fear going to he<_>ll as much as I fear eternal oblivion after death. I fear being blind. I fear being embarassed. I fear growing up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2014


    Not being able to breathe, being ra<_>ped...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2014

    Logan's fear

    Fire, clowns, and stained glass windows

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2014

    Skys fear

    Tight spaces and not being able to talk

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