Hey :) This is a different type of fic to what I usually write and hope it's quite original.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With A chance or names of phobias

Usually I would love to sleep on this peaceful night, however tonight all my thoughts were all focused around him, I couldn't get to sleep. Thrashing and turning, I finally gazed at my closed window. Sighing I haul out of bed and pad over to my window, move the curtains back and look out. The white glow from the moon shone throughout the street, making it somehow look eerie but serene. It's beautiful. I breathe out. Today's been a long day at the studio and all I wanted to do was fall asleep forever. Today I got in another huge argument with him.

My hand presses against the cold window frame as memories come flooding back into my mind, and not so cheery memories. Groaning, I closed my eyes trying to get rid of those awful flashbacks. Mnemophobia-the fear of memories, usually I love to reincarnate my life but lately, it's been a bother. Why is he always on my mind? Opening my eyes, I gazed out at the breathtaking scenery once more before my hand leaves the window. The curtains swing close. I stumbled back to bed to hopefully get some sleep tonight without having to think about him.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" He sneered, his blue eyes piercing through my soul.

"Because I don't want" I replied shocked and scared, he's never been this angry before.

"Just run along to Chuckle City where you belong" he hissed, his blonde hair falling slightly in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you, why are you always such a jerk?" I demanded, tucking a loose strand of black hair behind my ear.

"Well if I'm such a jerk, why are you still here?" He shot back.

"I don't know, you know, all I wanted to do was comfort you because I know what it's like to lose a family member, but you're just so snappy!" I shouted, annoyed, sure I should act more considerare especially since he lost his beloved sister in a fatal car accident. But he gets me so frustrated, I mean I'm trying to be nice and all he does is become his snobby self but ten times worse.

His eyes darkened as he whispered harshly, "Get out"

"Chad, I-I'm sorry, I know it's hard, believe me but you don't have to be-"

"I said get out" he repeated darkly, blue eyes starting to well up with tears. He didn't want to appear weak as he turned his head away from me. Gazing at him, my heart broke more and more with every step I took away from him and regretted leaving especially as I saw his shoulders shaking which meant he was sobbing, his body started shaking and rattling and all I wanted to do was go over there and hug him, comfort him, tell him everything was going to be ok. I didn't, I left, and regret it deeply.

I woke up startled and covered with sweat and breathing heavily. Tears fell down my eyes as I realised my mistake, he was just upset and lashed out on everyone; he needed a friend there for him but I left him to deal with the grief himself. I wonder if he'll be in work today? I hope so, I'd like to apologise and keep an eye on him. Glancing at my alarm clock, I noticed it was only four o'clock in the morning. Rolling my eyes, I fell back onto my bed.

Mnemophobia-Definitely making me want to fear my memories, especially painful ones like these.

Hey, thanks for reading, in case you were wondering, it is a multi-chapter series all about different phobias. Please review and tell me what you think. xx