Siron Academy.

Dakota 2 (Trigger warning)

Well, here goes nothing.

I waled out of my room with my skin tight black jeans, a red unbuttoned shirt and a black "Breathe Carolina" shirt underneath, just to top it off with my black combat boots, my black beanie and red braces dangling down at my knees.

Wow, I would kiss myself right now.

"Hey, Dakota, where ya goin?" Angela asked me, checking me out aswell, making it way too obvious I might add. Not that I care that she is a lesbian, I mean, I'm bisexual so it doesn't bother me. She was gorgeous. Not too curved and not too tanned like most girls. She had flawless skin making my milky white skin go to shame. Her hair was the definition of silky smooth, the colour of violet making me smile as it actually goes well with the skin tone she has.

"I'm just gonna walk around for a bit, call me if you need anything" I kissed her cheek before walking out the door.

"Okay, see ya later chick" She replied, still checking me out from the doorway. She is really isn't discreet at all.

I put some earbuds in and listened to a few of my beloved songs from my beloved band Breathe Carolina. Yeah I have an absolute obsession with them.

I then sat by the fountain like last time, secretly hoping he would come back. But then I let my mind wonder. They weren't happy thoughts. Sure I was feeling better, but I still feel depression dragging me back, putting the scars on my emotions leading me to try to put scars on my own skin to give people an idea of what depression can do to a person. It decorates your body with red and scars.

Of course, I don't do that anymore. I know people don't like me doing it, so when I hear a razor call my name, begging me to use it to feel something, I ignore it and tell Angela to get rid of all of the sharp objects until it is safe to use it again.

Depression in a nutshell is like space. You never know where it could take you. It could get you lost, far away from earth, from yourself and your home. You roam around desperately to find something other than pitch black, but you can't seem to find your way around.

And worst of all, there is no gravity to pull you back down, there is no oxygen for you there. You are slowly suffocating, helplessly alone it feels.

But....no. That isn't true. The stars are there with you, they are what keep you alive and sane. Those who shine the most are the people who care about. The shooting stars are the people who represent the supporters, that come and go, but they give you that one wish. That wish not to be alone. But only if you don't tell anyone. That represents that you have to keep the word of your supporter and get help for yourself aswell otherwise you won't get anywhere, and when night comes, the razor comes out along with regrets.

Advice is what people suggest you do, and take their word for it, or you would end up like me and end up too lost in your own little world and look away from those bright stars that offer you help. don't turn away from the stars. It's okay to find help, don't keep everything bottled up. Take that bottle and drag it out to the water and set it free.

In this world, or the universe, don't ever feel alone. There are too many people on this earth to turn away from. So put away that razor even if it feels like it is giving you comfort, it isn't. It is malipulating you, telling you that it is the only form of comfort, to make you feel like pain is making you feel alive, but all it is giving you greif. There is a better way to live and feel, a way that a razor can never give, and that is love, friendship and real hapiness.

Looking back at your scars now, can you see anything comforting? It is temporary comfort, if it isn't comforting at all. I used to believe it was the only life support I could get too, that it would help me. But I was wrong. I look at my scars and see nothing but desperation, regret. I don't think they look beautiful to me. I think I'm ugly because of the choices I made. I don't want the same thing happening to other people.