Bump Bump.
Bump Bump.
Her heart and brain were pulsing, like someone had hit a hammer on her head and the pain kept repeating. She stood on that stage. Her life depended on this moment.
Don't screw this up. Don't screw this up.
She sighed, and tried to speak. She couldn't. She was making the mouth movements, but no sound. Everyone laughed at her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat behind the curtain. "I messed it up. Now everyone hates me."
She could feel the comfort of a hand, but she kept crying more and more. Worse and worse every comforting word she heard. "STOP!" She screamed, and ran. She ran home, packed a backpack, and ran away from home. "I'm such a mistake. Nothing matters. I live alone anyway." She kept running with her backpack.
She finally made it to a new town, and she had enough money to rent an apartment. She managed to make a deal with the owner, so she only had to pay rent once a year. She sighed, and unpacked. She laid down on the bed and slept.
She woke up, and went to school. Everyone welcomed her, and everyone accepted that she had social anxiety.
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Do you think that everyone that has depression should get help?
YOU ARE READING
"..."//writing
Short StorySo depressed So empty So alone So lost So why not write it out? Eh? Writings will be here None are connected in anyway what so ever Just little story's made up in a book ⚠ this well have smut and depression involved, if you are triggered in anyway...
