Black. Fog. Voices.
"Kate? Kate are you OK?"
"What?" I mumble.
I grimace as I open my eyes to the light. What happened? Why is mom freaking out?
It floods back. The headache. The dizziness. Falling.
I groan. It's clear by the aches that I landed directly on my rear end.
"Are you hurt?" Mom worries.
"I'm fine." I tell her.
That should practically be a quote attributed to me. I literally find myself saying it all the time. Just like now, though, it's not really true. I just get tired of trying to explain what's wrong. Half the time I don't even know the answer to that question.
"I'm just gonna go lay down for a bit." I mutter.
Laying on my bed, I feel hot tears travel down my face. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
"Are you really asking that?", he mocks.
He's like a shadow. Drifting in. Silently moving. Always leaning away from the light. But he's strong. His hand grips my throat.
I choke and gasp for breath. My body shakes silently. I thrash, trying to break away, but he is too strong.
"You know you deserve what's coming to you." He taunts, "Lazy people fail. If you worked harder you could get out of this... but that will never happen."
"I don't know how to fix this!" I scream into my pillow, "How am I supposed to make you go away?"
He laughs, "You can't do anything."
Good morning all!!!
It's been so great to hear from you about your depression experiences as well as suggestions for writing this. You have all been a great encouragement!
In the comments, could you tell me what you like to do when you are feeling down? I'm looking forward to seeing your answers. I personally like to play piano. Have a lovely day!
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.
