Depression Mode: On

Part 3

I broke this perfume. A perfume I treasured to show the love that my brother and I share. We both this perfume from Indigo airlines (an Indian airline). I wanted it, but I was refused because I was too young and instead, my parents got it for my brother because he'd asked for it too. Later on, he gave me the perfume and the scent inside it stayed up to date. It's today when all the scent is gone, it's all shattered and scattered in pieces. And many scratch marks appeared in my hand from the glass. And instead of me being able to see the liquid of the scent, I see 3 blood marks in my hand. And it's as I type this, I spot red marks beside my touchpad, and when I take a look at my hand, it's bleeding. 1 scratch is bleeding non-stop, blood keeps on flowing out of my hand and I feel no pain, and as for the other 2 cuts, they bring in no pain as well. But do you know what brought the most pain? The words my brother had spoken to me earlier. It was a fight, him and I, fighting about support, him saying that he gives me full support and me saying that I don't think he gives me the support and instead what he does is, he tells people that I am not good at the things I do.  The cut marks still don't pain, even though I am typing all this at a really quick speed. It just doesn't.  And oops. I found one more cut. In my other hand though. And some glass that just decides not to leave my feet. I am pretty sure you might be saying "sheesh, I would have felt the pain" but it's actually when you are hurt in a way of words, you can't get hurt with the pain caused by an object against your body. 

LESSON 3: When one is going through a rough phase, don't hurt their feelings more. They can get affected. Very badly. In such cases, death is also present.