Depression/ anxiety one shots

Nightmare ( tw sh⚠️)

This is just one I found in my docs. It's kinda weird but I figured I might as well post it on here.

"Sanna, I'll be back Friday, it's only 3 days. Call me if you need anything, okay?" Clari said as she dragged her suitcase out the door with a tremulous thud. She was bound for Chicago on a business trip.

"Wait!" Sanna said as she ran to the door and gave Clari a peck on the lips before allowing her to continue out the door. " I love you, have a safe flight!"

Clari waved as she got into her ride-share and Sanna waved in return until the car drove away and she retreated back into her home.

Sanna sat on the couch for a couple hours watching random cable television shows, when she got a phone call.

"Who are you and why are you named "Baby" in my girlfriend's phone." Said a woman's voice to Sanna.

"I should be asking you why you have my wife's phone." Sanna said with an empty, stoic, heart.

" Wife?" The woman said, shocked, and asked. " Clari Reeding?"

"Yes. Well when you confront her, tell her her wife never wants to see her again and not to come home, thank you." Sanna replied in an almost scary monotone before hanging up.

She went into her and Clari's room and grabbed a hot glue gun from their craft bin and plugged it in on the kitchen floor. She vigorously tore open the recycling bag and dumped out the likely 100 water bottles. Sanna dumped out two more bags of 100 bottles a piece, and sat in between her circle of plastic.

" Siri, play Lo Vas A Olvidar." Sanna said as she took the glue gun and piped out a strip on the side of one of the bottles.

She then took a second bottle and stuck it onto the hot glue, burning her finger in the process but failing to notice, let alone care.

She continued until she had made a 15 by 20 bottle square. She unplugged the glue gun and let the glue drip onto the hardwood as she layed down next to her masterpiece.

She layed there all night and when morning rose she did as well. Sanna managed to fit her work out of the door with ease and carried it on her head as she began her trek down the road.

She walked until she heard the river. She hiked down to it and set her recycled memories down on the ground. She waded into the tepid water and managed to get herself up onto the bottle raft.

She looked up into the sky as she floated slowly down the river. The clouds turned to stars in her brain and the blinding sun was a gloriously bright full moon. The birds were crickets and the squirrels were mice scurrying through the grass that the wind was so effortlessly moving.

"Lo va'a olvidar, can you let it go, can you let it go, Lo va'a olvidar, can you let it go, Lo va'a olvidar." Sanna sang as the rapids took her under. They threw her around as if she wasn't fragile. She'd stamped herself as such when she was 17, she knew, they all knew.

She fought back. It was like the water was the bear and she was the fish, she knew to swim but there was nowhere to hide. Her arms and legs got clawed up and down as she tried to scream but nothing came out. Nobody came.

Sanna managed to regain the lead and was able to get herself out. She crawled to shore soaking wet and unstable and collapsed on the rocky sand.

She heard a man's voice. " Miss, miss are you alright?" He said and Sanna opened her eyes to see an older man, maybe in his 60s.

" I just got taken by the rapids."She said and he helped her to her feet.

" What are you doing out here anyway?" He asked and handed her his coat to warm up with.

" I was floating." She said.

" Okay well you can't do that anymore Sanna." He said and Sanna looked confused about how he knew her name. " Sanna wake up, wake up Sanna. C'mon you gotta wake up, the paramedics are on their way!"

Sanna awoke abruptly and saw her neighbor Mr. Ranison shaking her a bit and talking to the operator on the phone.

" Oh she's conscious." Mr. Ranison said to the 911 operator as Sanna looked around flustered.

She realized she was in her living room on the floor and she was bleeding, a lot, from cuts all over her body.

The paramedics burst through the door and relieved Mr.Ranison.

" I'm fine, go away." she slurred as a paramedic asked her how she felt and if she took anything.

"No ma'am, you are not, I'm sorry, we have to take you in." They said and loaded Sanna into the ambulance.

"You'll be alright miss." Said another paramedic as they drove with sirens blaring as the lyrics continued to play through her mind.