(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

³⁸ before my wild eyes

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DEPRESSION WAS A FEELING THAT CONSUMED AN INDIVIDUAL, it sucked every happy thing out of their life and replaced it with dull colors of anger and sadness.

there were many victims of the mental illness.

one being,

"—i feel... scared, lost, like sometimes i don't have control over anything in my life anymore" miles admitted as he fiddled with a small rubber ball in his hand.

"...like i could explode at any given moment when i don't have control of a situation. and then when i do gain control, i feel happy, i feel safe and secure" miles looked up to the woman sitting across from him.

the woman tapped her pen on the table before writing something down on the sheet in front of her, she pursed her lips before asking another question,

"and do you feel like... any of this can relate to the trauma you've endured in your life? all the loss, whether it be from your parents or friends?" she asked him,

miles hesitated for a moment,

"my whole life i've just... never had control of my anger..." miles began as his mind flashed back to his teenage years,

fifteen year old miles punched a massive hole in the wall after his parents yelled at him.

sixteen year old miles used to dig his nails so far into his palm that he left marks, bleeding cuts that stung into his skin.

"...i've never had control of any of my emotions" he flat out admitted as his mind continued to flash back to the experiences he had years back,

sixteen year old miles was sad, upset with his entire life. everything happening, so he burned his cigarette on his wrist impulsively.

"but when my parents died, i lost control of everything" he shook his head as he remembered the day so clearly, the lady looked up to him before asking another question,

"and your sister? how is she?" she asked, making miles tense in his chair, his heart burned at the thought of flora, he bit on his bottom lip before he responded,

"she's... she's okay, awake now, she lost her memory at first but it's staring to come back" he fiddled with his fingers nervously, his leg anxiously bouncing up and down.

he couldn't get all the loss off his mind, he was so thankful that was flora was okay, he couldn't lose his only immediate family member that was left.

not after the death of both of his parents, at the same time... envision it as if it was thirty seconds ago.

except it's been almost six years.

seventeen year old miles destroyed his room, he knocked all the dressers down, ripped his posters off his wall, stabbed his knives into the wall.

he wanted to rip his hair out.

he wanted to rip himself apart.

"i got addicted, to a lot of substances" he bit his own tongue, he didn't like pouring his heart out, let alone to a stranger... but he knew this was for the best.

seventeen year old miles drunkly stumbled into his bedroom, crashing into his closet door before collapsing onto the ground,

"miles?" ms jessel peered her head into the room before seeing him laying flat on the ground, groaning in pain—-she let out a strung out sigh,