The Bad boy saved me?

Four//Nightmares

Trigger warning; Self harm and suicide things in this chapter!¡
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My dad is worried about me.
I wake up screaming now.
Every memory is a punch the the face.
Every memory has made its way into my dreams turning them into terrifying nightmares.
Therapy is helping a bit.
They gave me more pills.
They gave me anti depressants;
They say it will help.
I've been taking classes online.
I was supposed to start a public school but my therapist recommended trying online sessions which in my opinion is much better anyway.
It's been 4 months now.
Everything was good for a while and then everything broke.
I don't even want to leave the house.
I don't have the effort to drag my body out of bed anymore.
I'm slowly giving up, everything is so bad again.
------2 weeks later-----
It's 4:37am.
I'm alone again.
Dads away.
Dad thinks I'm okay.
I'm the opposite.
I'm not okay.
I'm never okay anymore.
She will find me again.
I stopped taking the anti depressants.
I didn't want to be tired anymore.
I used to take two per day.
Now I take none.
Dad doesn't know.
Dad never knows.
---another 2 weeks after---
I was numb.
I can help
I didn't feel
I have a solution
I want to feel
Listen carefully...
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Short one I know! But wait for the next chapter, sorry for the cliffhanger y'all;)
-Teenage Mutant Ginger Turtle:)