Everyday is a cycle. I wake up, play on my phone, go to school and have panic attacks im the bathroom, and go home, get yelled at my alcoholic parents who fight every waking hour of my life, and go to bed. Yup, that pretty much my life. Liam Edward Johnson is my full name. The last name "Johnson" Doesn't come from my parents. Well at least the parents that actually give 2 fucks about me. My biological dad, "Barrett Johnson" actually cares about me, but half of the time my mom and my stepdad are usually too drunk to drive me over, and my bio dad lost his license from crashing into a building because he was having a seizure. He killed 5 people, but not like it was his damn fault he was having a seizure. I wish my dad lived right across the road so i can walk their, but no my shitty mom is too drunk to drive me, and my dad is sleeping half of the time. I need a different life. A better one. Mabye not a different life, but i need to change some things, like be a happier person. I am now 16 and misrrable. Some days my deppresion is so bad, i just cry all day instead of going to school. i hate myself, and i need to get my life together. I haven't ate in days, and want to kill myself.
I wake up out of my bed, and climb out of all the tissues on my bed from last night from crying. i looked in thr mirror, and my eyes were red and puffy, and it looked like i was on drugs. I get up out of bed, and go to the bus stop. I domt even change in the morning, im already in blsck sweatpants, and a blsck sweatshirt.
"Time for another day of hell" i thought to myself.
i roam through the hallways till first period, and had really bad anxiety throught the day. I guess it was noticeable because somehow my 2nd period teacher niticed snd pulled me out to the hallway and asked me what was wrong. I tried to tell her it was nothing and tried to make my way back into class, but she really wanted to know. I dont express my emotions that kuch, but this teacher, "Mrs. Loius, i trusted her more than my psrents ( well obviously their fucking alcoholics ) so i dumped out all of my feelings to her while she hugged me afterwards, and whispered something in my eartp that calmed me down.
"Liam look at me. If you need to skip classes for the rest of the day, i am totally chill with that! I can the rest of your teachers if you want me too."
i really wanted to skip all the classes for the rest of the day, but i decided not too because i want to get out of all these bad habits.
"Thank you but im okay." i say still in tears shaking from anxiety.
She sighs.
"You poor thing, do your parents know about this?" She asks with her hand on my shoulder.
"No." i answer, knowing that they do but they don't care.
"Want me to talk to the-"
"NO!" i quickly yell out.
"Okay, i don't have too. Is something also going on at home that your not telling me about?" she asks me, clearly concerned.
i really just wanted to end this convorsation. I wanted to say everything, but no words were coming out, so i just stood there, crying and shaking.
she pats me on the back, and signals for me to go to the bathroom.
i go, and start violently sobbing. i can"t believe i just had that conversation with her.
"Is anybody in here?" i heatpr someone say, echoing because of the bathroom walls.
I didin't know what the hell to even say to that. Do i say yes in my sad, crying voice, or do i just stay their silently.
A quiet yes slips out of my mouth, and regret it afterwards.
"You good, bro?" he asks.
i just stay their silently, and peek out of the bathroom stall crack, and its one of the seniors.
i get out of the bathroom, and feel embarrassed. My stomach is in knotts right now, and i feel like i'm going to throw up.
The senior was THE senior. The senior all the junior girls wanted. He had it all. He had a good girlfriend, a good friend group, caring parents, and overall a happy kid with straight A's. He looked at me, saw my eyes, and pulled me in for a hug. Eyes don't lie i guess.
"Look, i've been exactly were you are, bro. Crying in the bathrooms, panic attacks, anxiety, ect, but i promise this gets better.
"Thank you, Colton i appreciate it, but i don't think im gonna get better." i say.
"Don't you say that. He liftf my chin up. You got this, see you around he says as he enters a urinal.
i smile for the first time in a while and leave the bathroom.
( GIVE ME IDEAS FOR CHAPTER 2 IM CLUELESS )
( please don't ship Liam and Colton, there both straight i swear🫶)
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Someday I'll Get It
Teen FictionDeppresion is a wild thing. It comes, and goes. But not for Liam. He has had it since he was 13, which is a very young age to get diagnosed. Can he overcome it? Or when worse comes to worse, will he just eat 3 spoons of salt.
