Une lueur d'espoir

my depression

I would like so much to join them, these magnificent little birds and fly to their side. They can at least live their life as they see fit.

??? : ----, LYNA STOP BUGING AND HELP YOUR SISTER!

Lyna. A beautiful name you will tell me. This name synonymous with wisdom is mine, unfortunately. This name that I hated with all my soul despite its magnificent meaning. This name that was imposed on me. That I didn't want. Too feminine a name ... Normal, I'm "a girl" ... Yeah ...

By the way, I didn't introduce myself. Hi I'm Alex (well "Lyna") I'm 14, non-binary and pan. Yeah I know, we couldn't care less, but hey, at least it said ... I almost forgot my two magnificent demons-euuu little sister: Shara, 10 years old, and Nina, 13 years old. Yeah, yay, joy, happiness and good humor ... No I don't know what you're talking about (come and invite you to the 4th wall funeral, we loved you topin; w;), I love them, it's just, ummm, complicate ... Anyway, all the information provided, back to history

Me: Yes, sorry ... so it's your math, I asked her, annoyed

Shara: Yeah ... I don't understand, she replied morosely.

Me: BUT YOUR NOT OPEN YOUR MANUAL !!

Shara: YEAH BAH YOU WILL HELP ANYWHERE
Damn it's gonna be long

Me: which page?

And here we go again for an exercise that I'm going to do ... You surprise me that she has shitty notes ... Yes I know I look depressed. Depression, do you know? I'm in that part of my life where, if I get the chance, I jump off a bridge, rush past a car, or drink bleach to get it over with. Yeah, I have a sad life and the only escape is suicide. "No, it's not the only solution", "There will be better days", "There are people who can help you". These words that I know only too well, they repeat them to me every time I speak of them. These are words that I hear as I speak of all this so that one can help me. I only say it implicitly but I am both afraid that we will discover everything and I have the vital need that someone helps me ... I am arriving in this "phase" where I no longer believe in hope or whatever its actually ... well i have two strong emotional support.
First there is my best friend, noah, who I bother all the time with my stories, my panic attacks, and my other useless blah ... and there is my girlfriend, we will call her Izuku (reference to among us; w;) and every time I see a message from her, I feel the weight on my shoulder disappear

Finally, I am rambling but after having explained everything, I will be able to start my story.

{Hello = 3} I am the author of this story, based on my life, (yes it's sad). I want to apologize for the size of this chapter and I want to do a little ad to my best friend noah_blblbl I also want to apologize, this is my first story and I also want to put a disclaimer ⚠️ I'm sorry but this is a story with a bad ending 😅