Josh was pacing back and forth across his room. He felt alone. He was alone, and alone with his thoughts. Josh had struggled with depression since he was 9. It came in waves, and right now, he was in a pretty rough patch.
i've been thinking too much, help me
This is tough. Life. it sucks. Do I text him? Will he care? It's back again. My depression is back and I'm scared. I want to hide in a dark place and sleep forever and never have to deal with this life again. Actually, no. I want to die. He'll care. I think. I just... I don't want to make his depression worse. I need to talk to someone, and Ty is the only one who seems to understand. I'll call him. Wait, no he probably thinks calling is weird. He probably hates me. What if he's dead? bad thought bad thought. I bet he thinks I'm the most annoying person on the planet. All of the kids think calling is weird. What do I do? Okay fine. Brain, shut up, I'm calling Tyler.
(over the phone)
Josh: Hey Ty
Tyler: Hey
Josh: Hey
Tyler: You need something?
Josh: Yeah, I...
Tyler: You okay?
Josh: Not really. My depression's getting worse again.
Tyler: Aw, Josh. Are you going to be okay? I'll be right over. I love you, okay Josh? Don't forget that. Stay alive for me, okay?
Josh: Hey, thank you Ty. I love you too.
Tyler: Okay. See you in a few minutes.
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FanfictionSo... I'm not very experienced in the whole world of writing fanfiction. I don't particularly like my writing, but I was convinced to put a story of mine on here. Also, trigger warning: deals with topics of suicide and self harm. Also if this isn...