Everything that bothers her, fades whenever she goes back where she belong, where she hides everything from everyone. Home. But even though she's home, it was filled with memories that she treasured before it became corrupted, before it became dark.
She closed the door and locked herself from everyone and everything, but except for me, she never locked herself away from me, she made me closer to her, and I made her closer to me. I made sure she will never be apart from me, she can't lose me, and I can't lose her either. I love her. But it became painful for her to love me back, so she hides her scars.
The sky became gray and dark for the rest of the month, for the rest of her remaining lives. No one knew that she will leave, no one did, but I did, and I lived with her last days and for the last time she will live the pain that her mother gave, Life.
She rolled up the sleeves of her jacket and looked at her scars, it is beautiful for her, and it was her only way to escape depression, but it wasn't enough, she need to make more slash, more pleasure.
I sat beside her, watching her cut her skin, seeing her escape depression. But it wasn't enough, it worked on her first try, and it worked for her past tries, but now? It didn't worked. She needed more ways to escape depression, to escape pain, but how? She don't know. I wanted to help, and I wanted to help her end her pain, her depression. So I whispered to her ear, it made her smile. It made me smile. I helped her.
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Last days
Short StoryDepression isn't just something that will come and go, and depression isn't just something that will soon fade. Depression is something that you will have for the rest of your life, and it's something that will never leave until you're gone... until...
