I debated posting this. Finally decided “Eh, why not?”

OK, the assignment was to write about the fear of one of our characters. Today I decided on one of the characters from my novel. The jerky one. Maybe this will bring some compassion for him. Who knows, I might use this in some way in my novel. Well, without further ado…

As he lay in the dark, his thoughts tusseled with one another in his mind. Some things he could not forget, some things he wanted to forget. He thought of things people would never know about him. Things he did not want people to know.
People looked at him, seeing different things. He did not fool himself. He knew there were people who thought he was lazy, spoiled, and conceited. He also knew that most of his friends only to take advantage of his station in life.
Perhaps he did take advantage of his father. Maybe he should take life more seriously. Goodness knows his father told him that every time he started a new school. He just could not see a reason to bother. Class seemed dull, nothing useful to his life.
He’d never tell anyone though his deepest fear. That it was too late. He feared that he had wasted too much time. The weight of his fears pressed heavy on his mind. What if his father stopped funding his endless parties, education, and life? Would it be too late for him to be able to find something to do? How could he survive without friends and women falling over him for his attention? He realized that the extent of his fear did not end there.
It dawned on him. Could he continue in this lifestyle forever? How long before even the shallowest of his lackeys left him? He knew he had no true friends. Those who did follow him in his escapades came and went. Most could not keep up with his lifestyle pace.
That was it then. He knew things must change. And that meant he must change. He did not want to end up alone. Yet he realized he already was alone.

This started off being something totally different. I’m not even sure if I did the assignment correctly. I’m not even sure what this turned out to be, but I kinda liked it. 🙂 297 words. To meet my 1k goal *EEEK* then i need to write 700 more. Guess I gotta start chapter 9! But I just got done cleaning up some and preparing a load of laundry. I have that trip this weekend!!