Depression Kills

Chapter 9

We sat there holding each other. We were so unaware of what may come, so hopeless and hidden. I saw a tear slowly roll down Marc's cheek down his thin and even jawline hitting his arm. He remained sitting. Staring. The only thing that moved was his chest as he inhaled and exhaled with each breath. I didn't know how to help him, people never helped me when I was in distress... but no, that is selfish of me to let him keep to himself.

"Would you like to tell me detail of what happened before you committed suicide, so when time comes there are no surprises. Or so you can let it all out, not bottle it up," I said calmly.

"Aren't surprises the best part, though? You'll see. It's easier to show than to tell," he looked me in the eyes.

"I guess so," I looked back, "How do you stay so optimistic for others but as it comes to yourself you don't even give two fucks?"

"Tisk, tisk, tisk, I didn't know a girl like you had such a foul mouth. Although, to answer that question, once I got here I knew I need to turn things around. I've been keeping a journal about everything good that has  happened throughout the day. It blocks out bad ideas and reminds me to keep going and doing good. Even the little good things go in there. I guess it just, well, helps," he answered 

"Well excuse my language, but that really is a great idea. I think I'll need to start doing that," I told him.

"Good," he gently kissed my forehead, " this is a place to start over, right? Why not use it to it's fullest! I mean we are here forever."

"Why do you always do this, Marc?" I asked.

He looked at me like I had two heads and was speaking a different language, "Do what?"

"I came to help you but somehow you turn around and continue to be my therapist," I replied softly. 

"I feel like you need it more than me."

"But I don't, Marc!"

"I think you do, Skylar." 

"Once I see your past life, trust me, we'll see who needs it more."

"Fine, let's just go now! See who wins this." 

I love how this boy always turned things in to such competitions. We grabbed our shoes and walked out the door with a slam behind us. We began walking down the streets, I read the blood stains of how the people died. 

"Umm.. Marc, where is this place anyway?" 

He took my hand and kissed it, "Oh darling, now that it knows we are ready it will just take us."