Lost

Chapter 3

She had anxiety which is caring way to much about everything, and depression which is not really caring about anything all. Having both was like a living hell for her.

It was a constant battle in her mind. Everyday was like a bloody war of evil against evil. Her anxiety made her want to get everything done, but her depression wouldn't let her. All she could do was lie in bed feeling like the weight of the world was being pushed down onto her. Her body wouldn't move. She was stuck, motionless.

All she wanted was for it to stop, but
now it was worse than ever. She woke up and saw a note on the table.
It read...

Dear Hazel,

I'm sorry I had to do this. I just can't take it. I tried to help, but you shut me out. You constantly pushed me away. When your mother died I knew I was in for a hard life, but it was worse than I ever imagined. I already lost my wife and it felt like I lost you too. I needed to get away, so I decided to leave. Stay safe, and remember, I still love you Hazel.

From,
Dad

Tears fell down hazels face, dripping onto the paper. She screamed and fell to her knees.

Curled up in a ball on the cold floor laid Hazel letting her emotions take over. She decided to not waste her energy
trying to fight them off like she always did.

All night she laid there feeling guilty for causing her father so much pain. He was the only one left that cared about her, and now he was gone. She blew it big time and couldn't endure the pain.

She felt that her only option was to leave also and get as far away from her home as possible.

It was a constant reminder of everything she lost.