Tony Perry "Music Saved Me."

¡Triggered!

Should I do this? I asked myself. Should I break my own promise? The promise I made to so many people? How can I just break after being strong for so long. I can't! But even some of the toughest people break at some point right?

Ah depression. How much of a beautiful yet sinister thing you are. Its like I'm drowning, while everyone around me is breathing. Its like having the most amazing life, but you can't feel, or enjoy it simply because you feel pessimistic all the time.

I fight with myself every night. Holding this beautiful yet deadly silver metal blade. Wow I think to myself. 'I've had this blade ever since I was 7.' I told myself.

Backstory! My mother suffered from depression when she was pregnant with me. She was always abused by men who told her they loved her, cared for her, but in the end left her when they found out about her depression.

Once I was born, my mother would always take care of me. Ever since I could remember she always told me she loved me, that she cared.

As I got older and understood more things. Seeing her depressed hurt me like no other thing. She didn't deserve it. She just needed love, but no cold hearted idiot knew how to love such a beautiful souls like my mothers.

Well seeing her not eat, to not being able to sleep, to suddenly only sleeping, caused me to get depression. I never told my mom, but she kinda knew. Even in her darkest times my mother found ways to make me smile, laugh, or even be happy.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I came home from school happy because I got honor roll, and my mom always got even the slightest bit happy.

I walked in, and called out for my mom. But I got no answer. I went to her room to check, and found her hanging from the ceiling.

I fell to my knees having am anxiety attack. I just remember waking up looking at my mother just dangling there, hopeless. I saw how she had tear stains going down her cheeks. And I just stood there staring at her. She was the most beautiful woman ever.

I looked at the bed and saw a letter reading.

To my dearest Jasmin, I am sorry you had to come home to this, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I was hurt, and I noticed that you were getting depressed too. Having me here is only going to make it worse for you. But just promise me you will keep going in life, you're an amazing, smart girl. You will always have me in your heart. And whenever you feel alone just know I'll always be there to protect you, be your friend, just talk, and I will hear. I love you with all my heart and soul. Never forget that. I'm sorry that this will cause you a lot of pain, but I swear one day we will meet again. I love you Jasmin, take care.

She also signed it with that beautiful signature that only she had.

I snapped out of my thought and looked down at my wrist and blade.

'I can't do this. I have to be strong for Leslie, Jaime, everyone. Especially my mom.' I told myself.

I got up off the bathroom floor, and dropped the blade in my little name up bag.

I doubt I'll ever use it, but you never know.

Author's Note
Hey guys sorry this is poop, but I just wanted you guys to know Jasmin a little better. Hope you enjoyed. I will try writing more often. But thanks for reading, and voting I love you guys so much. <3 XD