I was extremely worried about Cam now. He was so much different then he was before, and I missed the old Cam. But unfortunately, I knew there wasn't really anything I could do about it.
I banged my head into the wall a couple times, it didn't hurt bad enough. I cut my wrists open and it hurt like crazy, but it wasn't enough. I practically collapsed face down on my bed and sobbed for what seemed like hours.
I hated myself, and my life. I wanted it all to be over. I hadn't eaten anything in almost three weeks, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was hungry. I hated it. I couldn't eat though, I'd ruin myself even more. But I felt so rundown, weak, tired, hungry, guilty, and I just wanted it to be over. I screamed as loud as I could into my pillow. Why me?
I got up and opened my window, and climbed down the tree. It was pouring down rain. I started running, out the back yard and up the street. But I couldn't anymore. I was too weak and tired. I collapsed on the sidewalk, fighting as hard as I could to keep my eyes open. Then, everything went black.
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Crazy Depressed People
Non-FictionA story with my original characters. Each chapter is from an ocs pov. ⚠️Trigger warning⚠️ death, mentions of sh, suicide, suicidal thoughts, talk of rape and abuse, and homophobia from abusive father. *bows to human who thought of the name for thi...
