Depressing One Shots

misplaced soul

sorry this one isn't as good as the other ones

It was a regular bland day and that's what I was upset about. Every day is the same monotonous thing.

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Go to school. Do your homework. Eat dinner. Go to bed.

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Go to school. Do your homework. Eat dinner. Go to bed.

Every single boring day.

I was tired of it.

I've always had this feeling that I need to be a hero, go on an adventure. Do something out of the ordinary.

But no, I was given a boring life. I came to the conclusion that I was born in the wrong world.

I wasn't given the life that would fit my soul, I was born in the wrong body. The geek body. The body that can't even catch a ball during P.E.

So I decided to leave. I left to find my adventure. To create the body to fill that hole in my soul.

But it didn't go as planned, as nothing ever does.

I ran into Hailey. That started my problems. She invited me over and I had to say yes. My plans to leave were delayed.

I went home and tossed my clothes in a bag. I swung the bag over my shoulder and picked up my favorite book with the prettiest quote marked. I flipped to the page. Then I closed the book and finally decided to walk through the door.

Hailey's house was a few blocks down so I allowed my mind to wander aimlessly. But it struck upon a memory, one that I had long since repressed. The memory of my older sister.

She's gone

She left for her high school, but I stayed home.

She didn't come home that night.

I went to her room and check for any notes.

Nothing.

My mom called her and everyone we knew.

Nothing.

I cried and prayed for her to come home.

Nothing.

I screamed at God for making this happen to me.

Nothing.

Ever since I've always hated Him. I've disregarded Him. I don't believe anymore. And if I did, I would hate him, because he put me in the wrong body.

I thought about my parents who had already lost one daughter and what leaving might do to them.

As a tear slid down my cheek, I looked to the sky and a raindrop landed on the other one. I began to sprint to Hailey's house. At least she couldn't tell that I had started crying.

As I walked through the door, I looked at the pictures of me and Hailey. The pictures were filled with pure joy. The kind I have forgotten. The kind I had before I gave up on finding Erin. Before the depression decided to nest in my heart.

Her mom said that hailey was in the shower cleaning up because she was sweaty and gross from her softball practice. So I decided to sit on the couch and wait.

I set my bags down near the edge and plopped down.

I looked out onto the street through the window behind me. Across the street was a scooter rolling down the sidewalk after being abandoned because of the rain. And on the lawns were toys that had been discarded to keep from getting wet.

A raindrop hit the glass and I followed its trail down until it fell of the frame to the grass, which was dancing as the bottom fell out of the sky.

It was ironic because the trails falling down the window pane were almost identical to the ones falling down my cheek, one at a time.