What are you afraid of?

"Anything I can do, Madelynn?" Jake inquired, sitting next to her on the damp wooden park bench. His hands resided within his leather jacket pockets as he gazed at the dark circles beneath her eyes. She wore a blank expression and rarely blinked, rocking back and forth slightly while staring at the black asphalt below. ".. Madelynn?" He asked once more, reaching out to touch her shoulder. Immediately she reared back, staring in immense paranoia at the fingers that were reaching out to comfort her. Jake was somewhat hurt. Holding back his feelings, he slowly lowered his arm and gripped the park bench beneath him. Madelynn brushed a stray hair behind her ear and continued staring at the black pavement before saying, "What about Mary?"