Depression Override

"It's Okay"

As I was walking home, I thought about everything. All the things that tore me down, they haunted me. Ghosts around. Following me. But not any ghosts. The soul's of the sad people. The soul of my mother.

They are haunting me and I am haunting them. They follow me everywhere. They are always there to remind me that I am not alone. But not in a good way. They kill. They kill me. Slowly. But they are there. They are torturing me. Waiting for the day were I will no longer be able to live with them. And then...

Destruction.

They are just waiting for the right moment. Right place. Right time. And that time is coming. And that place is approaching me quickly. Sooner or later, I wont be able to handle the pain any more and nothing will matter. No one. No one at all.

I reached my doorway and went inside quietly. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and laid down as I put my things on the ground. I stared at the ceiling and it stared back at me both having blanck expressions as to what was going on and what was going to happen in our lives. Then I took a long nap and woke up about an hour later, took a shower, and went right back to sleep.

The next morning as I was arriving school, Levy came up to me and hugged me.

"Hey Lucy."

"Hey Levy."

"Can I ask you something Lucy?"

"Sure."

"Okay but not here. We need to be some place quiet so that we can talk comfortably."

"Okay" I said while she dragged me by the hand to the library.

We sat down at a table and put our bags down.

"Lucy, why did you...do that yesterday?"

" Seeing you cry reminded me of my dark times. They are still there but they are not as bad as they used to be."

" Ohh I see. Would you mind telling me?"

"Well I really don't like talking about what happened to me. Maybe later."

"That's okay I understand. Well 1st period is about to start so I guess ill see you later. Thank you, Lucy."

She grabbed her bag and walked out. I waited for a minute and thought about my tragedies. I grabbed my bag and walked out. As I was opening the door and leaving, I bumped into someone. "Sorry" I said crouching down to get my books that I had dropped.

"No, that was my fault I'm sorry."

As I looked up to see who I had bumped into, he looked up to. He had pink hair. He had onyx eyes. He was strong. He looked...happy. Something I wasn't.

My blonde hair fell in front of my brown eyes. The ones he kept on staring at. I looked back down embarrassed. I felt my face getting red. Even though I had picked up my books, I kept staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry" I said about to tear up. He kept on looking at me. I felt it. His stare.

""Are you okay? What's wrong? I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry..." I said with a tear rolling down my cheek and hitting the ground. I got up and ran to the exit. I went home not knowing what had happened back there. I kept wondering what I had felt. But I knew why I had started crying. Those words. The words he had said. "I'm sorry". They reminded me so much of her. I cried on the way home. And I cried all of the afternoon. And I cried all night. Why.

The next day as I was walking down the hallway, the same guy came up to me.

"Hey."

"Hi" I said wondering what he wanted.

"Look I'm so sorry about yesterday I wasn't looking and I accidentally bumped into you."

"It's okay it's not your fault."

"Then why did you cry?"

"That is something personal that I don't really want to talk about."

"Ohh. That's okay I understand. Well do you need a ride home?"

"Umm that's okay besides I don't really know you."

"How about some coffee sometime?"

"I don't think s-"

"Come on it's the least I can do..."

"Okay fine."

"How about tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sure."

And with that he walked off with a smile on his face. But not me. Of course I was happy, but I haven't smiled in a while.