Stealing Desire

Am I depressed?

"That's great, you should be able to leave soon," Doctor Tom told him.

"Even better," Jeremy responded. Doctor tom left the room. Jeremy sighed, he didn't want to be there staring at blank walls. He thought back to how drunk he had gotten. Reaching into his pocket, Jeremy felt for his bottle of whiskey finding an empty pocket. Not feeling it, he reached into his other pocket where his cigarettes were usually kept. None. Jeremy let out a huff, what would he do now? He really hated that place now. Nothing to do, Jeremy thought. Jeremy thought about his last five years. When he was nineteen and twenty, Jeremy went to art school. Then Jeremy found himself always doing the same thing, always painting the same paintings, sculpting the same sculptures, he found himself depressed. If he had enough money, and a second chance for art school, he would take those opportunities. Jeremy turned to drugs and alcohol, which made him happy. Now, he feels as though hes in a bottomless pit. He doesn't choose to do alcohol and drugs, he cannot stop. He feels ashamed when he is sober, remembering the opportunities he has given up. Jeremy wanted to become sober, but just couldn't bring himself up to it. Jeremy felt like he was in a bottomless pit.

"Am I depressed?" Jeremy thought outloud.

Soon enough, it had been two hours. Doctor Tom slid in the door. "Hello, Jeremy," he said waking Jeremy from his day dream.

"Hey," Jeremy answered. "So, am I all set?" Jeremy questioned, hoping the answer is yes.

"Yes, you may leave now," Doctor Tom answered. Jeremy signed a breath of relief. He quickly got up and soon enough he was outside of the hospital. Jeremy took a left leaving the hospital, heading in the way of his shack. Pulling his jacket close to him, he walked quickly ignoring the constant pain. Jeremy looked to his left at the college he used to go to.

"Jeremy!" Called a familiar voice from behind. "I can't believe it's you!" Jeremy recognized the voice as Zach, an old roommate. Zach finally caught up. "Hey," he looked at Jeremy in his beat up state. "Join a gang?" Zach joked.

"No," Jeremy grumbled.

"Everyone's been talking about you lately. They want you back in our school," Zach explained. "Your a legend there! Your work is still on display," Jeremy walked faster, to get away. He didn't want to go as a second chance, he knew he didn't deserve the opportunity to get his life under control again.

"Oh okay got to go," Jeremy quickly replied, clearly uninterested walking away before Zach got the chance to say goodbye. He didn't want to be around old friends, and be reminded of his past life.

Jeremy found himself at the convenient store once again. Outside the store, Jeremy spied a twenty dollar bill. Walking past it, Jeremy walked In the back of the store. He grabbed hold of the cold metal item in his hand. His hand trembled, moving to his head. His hand firmly held onto the silver item. Pressing his middle finger and pointer finger down, a shot rung out around the store.

HOW DO YOU GUYS LIKE IT?

This is my first story. I hope you all like. Let me know how you think it is please! A lot of grammatical errors and errors in general.