strangely depressed » a short story

a short story

Have you ever felt strangely depressed?

She asked herself that question everyday, wondering where the sudden bursts of sadness came from. She was happy, but then later on, she would find herself sad.

She didn't know if it was because of her past experiences with depression, the memories haunting her brain resurfacing. Or if it had to do with her home environment, the constant yelling appearing.

Sometimes, she blamed herself. She called herself words, vulgar words, making her mind think that they were true.

She didn't know why she made her self-esteem lower than it already was. She had a good upbringing, a family of four in a big house.

However, she couldn't help it. She couldn't resist the urge to trash herself.

"Brat." She whispered, tears drilling down her cheekbones. "Why can't you be happy? You have nothing to be depressed about and yet you still are? What's wrong with you?!"

She yelled in agony, her eyes closing. She was currently on the floor, curdled up to herself.

"Why can't I be happy?"

That was the golden question, the one that had no answer.

Because as nice as she was to others, the world still despised her.

And as happy as she was in public, her self-deprecating mind made her miserable at home.

Because even the happiest of people, even the most optimistic ones, fall.

And she fell a while back, with no one to pick her back up.

She fell, and she fell hard. And she landed in the pit of despair a long time ago.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't know how to get out.