Friday, January 25th, 7:32 PM
Exhaustion, sore, water, sweat, heat.
I just came back from soccer practice. Everything feels like a bruise, we practice for three hours. At least I was too distracted to think of anything depressing. I stripped off my shoes, socks, and shin guards while letting out a sigh of relief as my legs finally get some cold air. After relaxing for a few minutes, I decided to go and take a nice, warm shower.
As I'm getting in the shower, it hit me. Depression. It's coming for me.
Why now of all times. I try to ignore it and get in the shower. Half-way through, I just beat my head against the wall.
Why am I so useless. I can't do anything right. I'm a failure. Why does anyone love me? Why does Maddy even care about a broken piece of garbage like me? I continue beating my head against the wall.
"Sebastian," I can hear my mom calling, "are you okay?"
"Yes I'm okay, I just slipped."
"Alright, I'm going to start to make dinner. Want anything?"
Yes I would like some spaghetti and garlic bread. "No, you can make whatever you want, whatever's easy for you." WHY.
"Alright."
I finish showering and rush into my room. I throw on some clothes and try not to cry.
I need Maddy. NOW.
I send her a quick text "help". In less than ten seconds, she's already on answering me.
"What's wrong?"
"It's coming back."
"Where are you?"
"Home, almost dinner."
"Can you make it to the park in an hour?"
"Yea"
"And Sebastian?"
"hm"
"....nothing, nvm"
I lie down and finally cry, letting out some of the pain.
"Sebastian! Dinner's ready!" CRAP.
I quickly wipe my tears and wash my face to make my face relax so my eyes aren't red. I wish I could just tell them how I really feel.
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Voices
Non-FictionSebastian Rodriguez, a seemingly normal sixteen year old boy, has been lying his whole life to hide his depression. He starts to break down and and begins to be afraid of himself. The voices in his head are getting stronger every day. He has to pull...
