A Second Chance ~Skylox~ (Sequel)

Depression and Drawers

This entire chapter will just be just Sky's POV. I will do some chapters like this in the future, bonus chapters, too. Also, don't question the title of this chapter .-. So, EEEEENJOOOY.

~Two Weeks Later~

*Sky's POV*

There is a voice. In my head. The voice of a man. We've had conversations, but they always ended with fury, hatred, and sadness in my body. In some ways the voice sounded so familiar... but in other ways I feel like I've never even heard the voice before. He always makes me sad, depressed, hated, anything to put me down. But, it's like he's controlling me. Like he's forcing me to be depressed. There are cuts on my arms, too. I wake up with new, fresh ones every morning. I find a razor in my drawer everyday. I try to throw it away, break it, crush it, and even BURN it just to get rid of it. But, its back everyday, the same one, completely fine. I always think its the voice in my head making the cuts and razor appear. But he can't do that, right? He's just a voice in my head.

I like to call him Depression. Why? Well, you probably know. He makes me depressed, cut, and suicidal. But sometimes, I even feel like there is a missing piece to my puzzle of life, and that it will never be found. And all the pain, blood, cuts, and depression makes me realize, this is all I need to be happy. All I need to forget about that missing piece. Sometimes, I don't want to cut. But Depression makes me. I have wars with Depression. We fight for happiness and death. He's of course fighting for my death. In the end of the wars, it's always the same. Depression wins. Depression always wins.

~Two Weeks Earlier~

Finding out will kill you.

Adam.

How do you know my name? Who are you? Why do you seem so familiar?

If you find out, you'll die. And do you want that?

No. I don't want to die.

That's what I thought. Now, you have to leave this city.

Why?

Because Ty is dangerous.

How is he dangerous?

He just is.

I snapped back into reality. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you are. I came in to see why you were crying, and now I know why. Have a nice day." I started to leave, when a groan suddenly came from the boy who is supposedly Mitch. I turned around.

Jerome ran over to Mitch and held his hand. "Mitch! Your awake!" He said happily. I just stood there, watching them.

Mitch suddenly yanked his hand away. "Who are you?! Why am I here?!" He shouted.

"M-Mitch? It's me, Jerome. Don't you remember me? I'm your husband."

He looked at Jerome in disgust. "Im not some gay freak! Get out of here!" Jerome slowly turned around and left the room, nearly slipping on one of his tear puddles on the floor. I followed him.

"I want to forget everything." Jerome said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He seemed a little surprised at the fact that I had heard him.

"You wouldn't understand, BECAUSE YOU FORGOT JUST LIKE MITCH DID!" He stormed down the hall and cried as he ran away. I just stood where I was.

Love is a curse. Especially if your a gay freak like him.

He isn't a freak. He just misses... Mitch.

The pain. Why me? Why does the pain keep on coming back? Is there something  I shouldn't know?