7 Days Untill Suicide

Day 2: Voices In My Head

As the next day went by, I got a little better. I had a crush, I didn't really worry about it cause the crush I had, was one of my friends. But after a while, they REALLY messed up this time...and there we go, back to depression, but this time I kept on thinking and remembering memories, from in the past to now...I was talking to my friend about it she said "don't let him get to you." I knew I had to be strong, but those feelings, and memories held me back...

I broke a tear, and started to cry. The voices in my head started...like a ring. I shut my eyes tightly, and whipped my tears away...that nice girl told me why was I crying, she asked. I didn't answer, so my friend answered it for me she said "it's personal."

That day was gloomy for me, and a few talks...but I felt fine. Once I got home I lied in my room..."I can't wait until Friday..."

I was texting my friends, but nobody text back, I got a little angry then I thought...

What did I do in life to deserve this? What am I doing wrong? Is there a way to fix this? Is life EVEN fair? The answer to that was simple...Suicide was the answer and life is not fair, it's just a life we live in that doesn't really have a propose...Well, that's what I thought

I went right to bed after I watched tv with my sister. I laid down, looking at the fan...spinning round and round.

The voices in my head started again...ringing and ringing..I smack my face with my pillow...and thought what am i going to do with my life...it's already ruined. Then as I went to sleep I listened to the song Carousel - by Melanie Martinez, 'Round and round like a house on a carousel, we go...' I thought about those lyrics in my head...
Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

In my dream, I was in my room there was a knife by my door and I hid under my bed with my little sister...the killer pulled me out from under, I woke up with a silent scream...I tried to talk but nothing came out, then my dad came but it wasn't my dad (I didn't know I was still dreaming) but my dad just stood there...i was confused, then it became pitch black...then, i was stabbed and killed. I FINALLY woke up (FOR REAL)

I looked at my phone, it was 4:57 in the morning. I sighed in relief...and laid back down, worrying...what in the world, did I just witness...

(To Be Continued...)

A/N : Sorry the update took so long