primeval100

Title: Appearance Is Everything
Word Count: 3 x 100 drabbles
Rating: PG
Challenge: #196 - Phobia
Characters/Pairing: Abby!centric
Warnings: Bit morbid
Spoilers: Hints at season 4
Authors Notes: New to the fandom and I haven't written anything resembling fanfic in a very long time so go gentle on me? Also, feedback is in fact the food that sustains me.

I

Truthfully there aren’t many things Abby Maitland is afraid of, not when she’s been a tomboy for as long as she can remember.

Bugs don’t do it, heights certainly don’t, the dark used to get to her but not anymore and after dealing with dinosaurs and crazy ex-wives with gun wielding tendencies there really isn’t anything that gets to her anymore.

Death is the one thing Abby should be afraid of and she isn’t, but she should be and she knows that.

Honestly though? She’s afraid of everything, but God forbid she speaks a word of it to anyone.

II

Everything’s unravelling, coming apart at the seams, fraying in places where it shouldn’t.

Being human isn’t easy, not when it means admitting weakness and relying on somebody else to get you by. She isn’t very good at relying on other people in the first place without looking them in the eye and admitting that she’s scared.

So very scared.

She says and does the wrong thing, furthering the belief that all of this is just going to go up in flames and burn until there’s nothing left and all that can be recognised is her standing alone, just like always.

III

She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, gets by one day at a time and it’s no way to live. She doesn’t know how to live without watching for the latest creature with a penchant for meals on legs.

Every day is a battle, a struggle for breath.

Not that she can let it show, not when she has to keep going and be strong, it’s the only way to get through it all. There is no other way.

Phobias are far from rational, but fear? Fear is more than a phobia, it’s all consuming and overwhelming.

Abby is consumed by it.