I ran the side of the blade along my wrist, considering pushing it in deeper. Deciding against it, I put the pocket knife down. "A life worth living." Those are the words my grandmother had said. She said that she was glad that her life was a life worth living.
"Samantha!" Mom shouted from downstairs. "It's time to come help me cook, sweetie!" For my mom, the hardest thing was being a single mother. Because she somehow found the time to work and feed me and my three siblings. The oldest two, Rebekah and Dylan moved away, graduated.
"A life worth living," I repeated. "Hmm I wonder what that's like"
"Samantha!" Mom yelled louder this time, in hopes for me to actually come down the stairs.
"Geez, mom. I'm coming!" I said as I stood up. I never considered how hard it would be to live with depression until I did. I didn't think somebody could actually consider killing themself this often. Sometimes I forget that I am in the real world, and it's not just one big, bad, nightmarish dream.
"What's on the menu this year, mom?" I asked as she pulled out her cookbook. Then she told me. Then somehow managed to get into one of her rants about how wrong homosexuality is. Why can't you just tell her that you're bisexual? I asked myself, and then I got the answer. An answer that so wasn't true.
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The Incomplete Life
Fiksi Umum"How long should I wait, Melody? How much longer do we suffer?"
