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Depression: a state of feeling sad: dejection, anger, anxiety.
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Her first day to school went monotone; she made one friend named Jenna and she was quite happy of her success.
But, I can hear her screams at 2:05 a.m. every night, knowing that her tree grows to be ugly and that it caves around her with the branches. I wish I can break down the door and save her from tragedies with such a young age.
How could she do that?
How could her other side bloom crooked and learn how to destroy in these years of her life?
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My other side does not comprehend the word, 'love.' Why?
Torture: Not being in control of your own pain and desperation.
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The sun rose with a pink blush and blinded my right eye that still kept shut. My calender read Thursday, August 21st. Personally, no matter what interactions I have, nothing will colour me yellow. I will stay blue...
My outfit got thrown on with a black coloured skater skirt, a black and white striped long-sleeved crop top, black thigh highs, and black shoes.
My outfits were inspiring Ruby to be unique from the rest of the zombies in the world. I tell her to open her eyes and see why you want to be here on this planet.
I ask her, "What will be your promise to me and yourself and the world?"
She always responds, "My promise is to see the most of you before I die."
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"Tyler, your friend is here to pick you up!" My mother calls from her bedroom from being weak with her sickness. She seems she is being attacked by colds and flus and she isn't getting better.
I yell okay and I run down with my black purse, not bothering to put on mascara from myself being so rudely late.
I jump in Josh's car and he just smiles at my outfit, but stops at my expression.
"Tyler, what's wrong? Did something happen this morning?" He asked with reassurance by grabbing my shoulder so we can have eye contact. I shake my head an start turning my head, no wanting him to see me crying.
Josh got a little annoyed but luckily let me cry hysterically with no shame as I had wanted to release the tears all morning. The trip to school gave my stomach rolls with anxiety as not everyone likes my outfit or how i act, talk.
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Joshua and I have finally arrived after 45 minutes of my crying breaking the silent aura in the car. Maybe he will not ask me why I am in this state, he has seen me break down plethora of times.
"Tyler Joseph, why are your tears falling down your face?" The masculine boy asks softly from his black vest, white shirt, and black jeans.
Breakingly, I turn my position to meet my eyes with Joshua but I painfully want to look away. I can not speak in this type of cry.
I have different cries and this one is when you can not speak and if you do, you press the button of another wave of the ocean.
"I-I...I have be-ennn..lis-tenin-g. to my po-orr bab-ys...crying every n-ight."
Joshua has the first reaction of confusion, however the thinking of his solves the math problem. He pulls me into a hug...
The warmth he beats out of his body tickles the cramps in my back and it soothes the cuts on my neck; the sounds of Ruby tearing up her mind was the same pain as a crazy man slicing your neck open.
