I was sitting on the edge of my bed. The little grey-blue tablet sat in my hand. I hadn't taken one in a while but...
Tipping my head back I swallowed it.
It had taken a long time to find the correct medication for me but this one seemed to be working so far.
I didn't have depression as such but I wasn't completely fine either.
Whenever I am asked to describe it I can't. All I can say is that I have good days and bad ones, my bad ones being the bad days that you don't move at all because you have no will power to do so.
Pulling a page of my notebook out I wrote:
Hello Pianist,
It has been a while since we spoke. I know there is no point in asking how you are so I won't.
From there on I did not know what to write next. I left the note on my desk and crawled under my duvet. Grabbing Lion of the headboard I rolled over to try and sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Notes - Phan High School AU
Fanfic"Dear pianist, Your piano is out of tune, you might want to fix that." Mentions: self harm, depression, suicide attempts and other topics. Feel free to message me about any concerns :) Cover image: https://au.pinterest.com/pin/478296422904626132/
