Ghost

Depression

Even though heaven had everything my heart could imagine, it didn't have anybody like Esmeralda or Kyle. I'm sitting in the corner of my heavenly apartment building, in Cloudcall. Sobbing, I crawled onto my bed and promptly fell asleep.

- A Few Hours Later -

Knock, knock, knock!

I heard the knocking. It was in the beat of my favourite song; Demons, by Imagine Dragons. I immediately knew it was Brandon.

"It's open!" I yell, walking into the living room.
"Hey, are you okay...? About... um... the thing..?" Brandon says as he closes the door.
"No. Everything reminds me of them! I- I want to visit them again and free them."
"Let them fade. The pain will go away."
"No, it won't." I fall back into tears, leaning on Brandon.
"Shh..." He says, tracing circles on my back.

I cry harder.

- After around an hour -

I couldn't take it. I wanted to be with Es and Kyle. I screamed and cried and kicked over everything in the house. I stormed into the kitchen and searched for the object I needed.

There, sharp, steely. A knife. I grabbed it and drug it across my forearm. I'm dead, but it still hurt. And I loved it. I cut deeper, wanting to end this life too. Blood gushed from the wound, but nothing else happened. I didn't black out, didn't die again. I looked crazily at the knife and stabbed myself in the stomach.
"Argh!" I groaned in agony. I finally stopped, but everything was stained red. My hands, the knife, my arm, the counter, and the mat.
"Great, now I have to clean this up." I muttered to myself.

I padded up the stairs and into the bathroom. I grabbed some ace bandages and wrapped my arm and stomach after I washed the wound.

After a long while of cleaning, I sat on my bed and cried again. About how I forgot about them, about how they've saved me countless times, even how Esmeralda was like a mother a lot of the time. And how I failed them. I sobbed until I had no more tears to shed and until my throats was dry.

I am a failure. And always will be.