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Danny Phantom x Depressed! Reader

Requested by: Oceana-Cola

This story talks a lot about depression, suicide, bullying, the whole deal. If you don't want to read about that, don't continue!

(Also, this story is written in the 'you' perspective, something we don't normally do. Just a heads-up.)

You walked closer and closer to it. It was tempting you, like a drug. You were conflicted on how you felt about this idea, to say the least. Half relieved, half ready to throw up because of the pit in your stomach telling you to just turn around. To just turn around.

But your legs kept walking on despite this inner battle, unheard by anyone except yourself. You continued the war until your thoughts were broken by the loud crashing of water.

You were at your destination.

It was a simple metal bridge over a deep river. On either side was a walkway, guarded by a railing on each side. Underneath that was the rushing, crashing water.

You climbed over the railing on the edge of the bridge. Ironic, you noted, how it's sole purpose was to prevent people from doing the exact thing you were planning on doing. Sitting on the cool metal, the sound of running water was accompanied with the whirr of passing cars.

You started to cry. You didn't exactly know why- remembering the reason you were here in the first place, you guessed, made the stinging hot tears finally come.

You just wanted it to all go away. Was that too much to ask? All the pain and suffering along with the depression. The anxiety. No one else quite got it.

Sometimes you were glad they didn't have to go through what you did. Sometimes you wished with all your might they did.

It was because of the people at your school. It was all fine up until this school year- the first year of high school.

At the beginning it had seemed so exciting. A new school, new faces. A new start. But as the months passed in a downward spiral into a chilling December, you realised that high school was not at all how you imagined.

The Juniors and Seniors constantly picked on you. Hell, even Sophomores joined the fun. Everyone did. The majority of your female friends had become sluts, the guys became entitled dicks, and the friends that had magically stuck with you for this long had finally left you for new friends. Better friends. Friends that weren't as high-maintenance.

Friends that weren't suicidal.

Maybe it was a relief, in all honestly. No people to worry when you're gone.

All this had mentally and physically messed with you. Although, 'messed with you' might have been an understatement.

There were problems at home too. And it's not like you hadn't thought of this situation countless times before. Up until now, you hadn't had the courage. A pesky thing called hope kept nagging at you, convincing you someone would come along to make it all better.

Hope was just another thing that left you crying yourself to sleep, and eventually it was gone too. Like everyone else.

It had all gotten to the point where jumping into the deep blue water and letting yourself go was the only reasonable option. In the end, no one would miss you. That was just a fact. If anything, this world would be a little brighter without your presence.

You grimaced at the thought. 'Maybe I can do something good, for once. Knowing me, thigh, I'll probably jump and live. Just be even more of a disappointment.' You almost laughed at the thought, but not quite. You didn't think that was possible.