The Act of Courage

Depression

Chapter 1

I fastened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. ‘Up till a minute ago, the sky was still postcard-perfect - but why must it suddenly change?’ I could literally feel the beautiful cocktail-blue shade of the sky slowly darkening into a gravel-gray color as I continued speeding towards home. I couldn’t help but wonder whether the whole earth felt what I was feeling. Maybe the skies knew how gloomy I was currently feeling and that’s why it decided to change? 

'Silly you! The world doesn’t revolve around you, Jenny!’ my brain told itself. 

Tears started streaming down my face, not exactly for being silly but because of the memory of the fight I had, which was the initial reason why I was running home like this. I got the first splatter of rain as the sight of the large brown gates of my Victorian-styled house came into view. I felt myself running gradually faster

until I reached it, harshly knocking on the gate continuously until the maid came out to open it. Unable to withstand my tears any longer, I dashed up the stairs to my room and banged

 the door. My shaky hand forced itself to turn the key and locked the door as I fell down on my knees, crying myself out against the door.

I looked out the window. The sky mourned morosely in its tar-black color as tears-like rain continued drizzling down, blurring out my windows with water droplets which penetrated the sight of the heavy rain that caused people to be busily bustling into their homes. The windy cold air breezed into my ears as I opened one of the windows. Every time I’m upset, I’ve always liked to open the windows and shout as loud as I could just to let everything go. I covered my ears with shaky hands as a high-pitched scream soared out of my window, all through the neighborhood, fighting the vigorous sounds of the thunder and rain.