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They told me that he would leave.
"You need to take this medicine for a year," the doctor told me, "or it might come back"
Everyone called him 'it'. They didn't know him, weren't even sure if he was real.
So I took the pills and did my best to pretend he wasn't there. After a while he left me alone.
But now he was back. I felt it in the throbbing of my head. I heard it in the quivering of my voice. I saw it in the tiny portions on my plate. He was back and I was in trouble.
I knew I was supposed to send him packing. My parents would be upset when they found out that he was back. They would tell me that he couldn't stay, but I was defenseless against him.
"I missed you, babe." He says. He moves closer, totally clueless about the importance of personal space.
"I didn't miss you at all." I inform him. I try to be brave and confident, but it comes out like a plea, "Please leave me alone. I have a life now."
He breathes in deep and I feel my strength leaving me. Like a parasite, he latches on and drains the life out of me.
"Stop! I know what you are trying to do!" I tell him.
"Hmm?" He dismisses my protests. "You look tired maybe you should rest a bit."
"No! I have things I need to do! Stop trying to mess me up." I'm angry now. After all I have worked for, I refuse to let him ruin me.
"Just a little while, you're so tired. Besides why do even bother with that stuff?"
"School is important." I falter.
"Is it? Why?"
I'm silent. I can't remember why it was important. He always does this to me.
If I don't do something soon, than he will win. I need to keep going or else I'll never get back up. Remember last time?
"Last time," he chuckles, reading my thoughts, "last time I played easy. This time I plan to stick around."
My heart pounds. I gasp for air and try to calm myself. He won't win, he can't. Last time I didn't know better but now I do. Ever since he left, my biggest fear has been his return. Now he's back, but I have to find a way to fight back. I can't let him stay... because now I know what it's like to live.
Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading. In case it wasn't clear, this story is actually my attempt at personifying depression.
Hopefully this will be a way to get people talking about depression and thinking about what it's really like. Thanks to everyone who joins the discussion by voting and commenting!
Xoxo
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When You Come Back
Teen Fiction"I'm back" he whispered softly in my ear. I winced and tried to pull away, but it was too late. His strong arms wrapped me in a hug. Slowly my body relaxed and accepted his embrace. He was back.
