They say desire is what drives humans. Desire to have friends. Desire to be successful. Desire to love. I disagree. I say fear is what drives humans. Fear of being left out. Fear of being a failure. Fear of being alone. Once the flame of desire burns out, the smell of fear still lingers. Fear doesn't vanish quite as easily as the flare of desire. Fear is not that weak.
Most people's first fear develops when they're a baby. These are small fears, of course. They start off with being afraid of falling or getting yelled at. When people get older, their fears grow with them. The fear of falling takes form in the fear of death, loneliness, or isolation. However, this wasn't true for me. I've never felt fear. As a child, I never cried. Not even once. I imagine tears to feel like the wetness of raindrops falling on my face. It seemed quite nice.
Once, when I was a few months old, my parents got in a car accident and I was in the back seat. The car accident was a hit and run, luckily, it wasn't major. It left my parents with a few cuts and scrapes. However, unluckily for me, it had hit the back side of the car pretty hard. The impact damaged nerves in my head. I had surgery to lessen the damage, however, some things proved unrepairable. Ever since then, I couldn't see from my left eye. The strangest part about the accident, my parents had told me, was that I didn't make a sound during the whole thing. Not a whimper or a shriek. I assume that's when my parents began to fear me. They never said it out loud, but I noticed how my dads gaze always seemed to meet mine and my moms smile faltered a little when looking at me. They hated the sight of my eye. That's when, after a few weeks I had begun wearing an eyepatch over my left eye. This was so I could assuage their fear. However, their gaze kept failing and their smiles were still faltering.