It's just another day of boring class, I have nothing to do but to sit in a chair and wait for the teacher. This is how trashy my life is, I'm nothing but a piece of trash that you can easily throw anywhere and abandon. I felt like people had broke me, my fragile body and heart, the broken pieces were never taken or seen by anybody, and because of this, I can't fix myself for what I've been going through. I was looking at all the students in my school, they were all so happy with their friends, have somebody with them to protect them in times of need, while me, the only student who doesn't have a friend, just get to sit, or walk around. Atleast I explore the schoolgrounds, and exploring is a good thing, I guess.. Anyways, why am I thinking of this? If my life is nothing but a toy a child has given to someone else and forgotten, why do you have to know? I'm getting crazy. I haven't been acting like my normal self lately. And I have to stop, but I can't. That's the hardest part aside from my broken pieces.
Our teacher came in, and put his books in the desk. "Good morning, class." He greeted us. We all greeted him back, and our teacher made us sit down. I can hardly concentrate in school, those thoughts were still stuck in my mind. They all won't go away. Just then, the teacher approached me and said "You haven't been acting like your usual self lately, I know you're going through something. But you need to go to a mental hospital, it's getting worse." I can do nothing but to stay speechless, it didn't offend me because, why not? Those words are really true to describe me, a person who doesn't act like her usual self, going through something, someone who needs to go to a mental.. I was always abnormal.
"Of course, why wouldn't an INSANE or MENTALLY ILLED person be in a mental hospital?" One of my classmates said. Everyone laughed. "Quiet! Shut your mouths if you haave nothing good to say!" My teacher shouted. I was just looking at the ground, I can't show my face to anyone, my face is being covered by my hair. And that's good. Atleast I won't get bothered, I don't like being minded by somebody cuz it's the same judgements I have been hearing all over. I'm getting deaf of their words, but whaatever I do, it's still there. There's nothing I can do about it. But I nevermind, life is nothing but a nightmare.
I decided to go visit the library to cool my mind, and so I chose to read some books or even do a research in the internet. I chose a book about psychology and brought a dictionary with me in case I might need it for some words I do not understand. I sat on a chair, and silently read. Just then a few people came in, nothing, just like normal people, they didn't make noise in the library. Sigh, I wish life was peaceful as this. So quiet, people doing all their stuff themselves with no disturbance. But then, I heard something crash. When all of the people turned to look, it was a broken vase. "Ooh, I'm so sorry! Pardon me, I didn't mean to break it! Gosh dangit, I'm doomed!" The student spoke fastly, worrying about getting scolded by one of the principals. The vase, reminds me of myself. But the student who asked for pardon doesn't relate to me. People shattered me, but they didn't even ask for any kind of apology. That was the only difference, but I just continued reading my book.
I kept emoting, and that's because I'm broken.. Why can't I fix my damaged parts? Why?
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A Story Of Depression: Life Is Nothing But A NIGHTMARE || Completed ✔️
Nonfiksi(#450 IN NONFICTION) A story about a depressed girl named Saria. She started to have family problems, and communicating with people. About her condition, she is always the target of bullying. Saria always felt hopeless, sad, and alone until a boy n...
