Love and Depression

Time

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Dante's Point of View:

The time that I've spent here has felt like more than days. I felt more like months and then it felt like it turned to years.

I sit here on my bed laying against the wall; thinking of how I got here and how all this started.

This all happened because I was depressed, lonely, and unloved.
That's when she came into my life, the only person who noticed what I was going through.
Her name was Sophie and she was my reason for happiness and for I had no reason to be depressed anymore.

But, there was one problem... She was 16 and I was 30, she was my student and I was her teacher.
I never knew that she would change the way that I felt and I was willing to take a risk just for her. That ended up being revealed... Before, it was revealed; I gave her Sophie a gift as she gave me one and that gift was the gift of life.
A child that we created together; our son.

Now, look where I'm at now. Not with them and them not with me.
It's killing me not being close to her and not holding him in my arms.
Just thinking about it makes me going slowly back into my depression.
I can't stop thinking about it, I begin to let the tears roll down my face as my hands go through my hair as I want to pull my hair out from its roots and let my hands come down my face as I'm trying to wipe away my tears.

I stand up and can't help but, pace back and forth and continue to wipe my face and keep putting my hands through my hair pulling it.
Wanting to scream and then the tears start to roll down my cheeks.
I stop pacing and look at the sheet on my bed, I stare at it for a while before I grab it and sit back down on my bed and start rip the blanket sheet.

When I was done, I got up and sat against the closed door and started to wrap the blanket sheet around my neck and tied the other end to one of the bars attached to the door.

With that I begin to slide down slowly as my neck begins to be tugged and I no longer can breathe.