Sometimes, my fears come from the people around me. For example, when I was a child, I did not mind walking through dark alleys or sleeping in dark rooms. However, one of my closest friends had the fear of dark, or achluophobia, and she started to tell me different stories about what would happen if I stayed too long in the dark. Now, after ingraining her words into my brain, I am terrified of the dark. As I have entered my older teenage years, I have faced my fears, such as sleeping in the dark, but achluophobia has hit me in different ways. I suffer from anxiety and depression, and I tend to feel like they take over the happy moments in my life. In my piece, achluphobia, darkness consumes more than half of the portrait, but there are parts of light that seem to be fading away. I fear that one day, the darkness will surpass the light, and there will be no happiness left.