Rewrite Of Supernatural Series: Season 1.

Faith - Part 1.

Author's Note.

Heyyyy. I don't know whether you guys expected this or not, but these are gonna be some emotional chapters, so you better keep dem tissues near you.

Also, I introduced a new character, as promised. And I have a feeling that she is gonna be someone you will all love. I will just add a few details about her to make your reading experience smoother.
1. B/F = Best Friend's name.
2. b/f/e/c = Best Friend's eye colour.
3. b/f/h/c = Best Friend's hair color.
4. b/f/h/l = Best Friend's hair length.
Now, this is all I think about for now, but do ask in the comments if you have more doubts regarding her.

Okay, also, before you start, I just wanted to say something. I know many people suffer from depression. Everyone has some problem or the other, but some of you deal with some very serious shit, and I am truly sorry for what you have to go through. I am not sorry because I am sympathetic, I am sorry because I know how it feels to be there. Struggling, every-damn-day. Anyhow, don't let a blade, or that depression, or anything else that is harmful to your or others - control your life.

Depression will not last forever, I promise. Methods of self-harm and suicide are permanent solutions to a very temporary problem. You will find happiness one day, you just need to be a little patient. Because there are people out there you haven't even met yet but they are gonna love you more than life itself. I know it's hard to shut out so much hate and pain, I really do, and there are always gonna be people who would want to harm you. But do not forget there are others who can help you too. You just need to look for it, patiently.

I may not be the person who can help you, and I will make no such promises, because I can't be there with you in person and really help you, and I don't want to be anyone's false hope. But at the same time, I can promise you one thing - I can listen. If you want a listener, you can come to me, and I will try my best to just be there as best as I can over these devices. I can promise you no judgment because I know how much it hurts because I can relate.

Anyway, please, please, ask for help. If not from me, then someone else. You will find help, you just have to look for it. Also, I would like to apologize if I crossed any lines, I didn't mean to. I care, so I felt like saying this, and I did.

Take care, people. Happy reading! You all mean a lot to me. Thank you for giving my book a chance, which btw, has now crossed 1.34K! So, YAYYYYY!!! 🥳🎉🎊 And, I am sincerely sorry, once again, if I did anything wrong. Forgive me for I didn't mean it.

Love,
Your Author.

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It is often said, that we are made from the people we love and care about. These people are the ones who love us, who make us who we are today. Maybe that's why every time a person leaves you, they take a part of your heart with them. You lose them forever, and you lose a part of yourself forever.

You would think that grieving becomes easier the more you have to do it. But maybe, this is the only thing that doesn't get better with practice. It becomes harder every time. It makes you more paranoid, it makes you go crazier. And it makes you hold onto the handful of people you still have, even more.

Grief makes you irrational. And repressing it encourages the seeds of negativity to take root in your head. It makes you suicidal, or just harmful to yourself. And if you don't ask for help, the consequences would not be something anyone would like.

That's exactly what was happening to you. Grief was making you dangerous to yourself. And were you going to ask someone for help?

You were leaning against the bathroom sink, breathing heavily. Your eyes sunken, your face pale and water dripping down your chin. You put your hands under the running water again and splashed yourself with the ice-cold liquid. You didn't care if your clothes got wet in the process.