At age 17, I stopped fighting. I stopped trying. I was tired. I found that there was nothing left for me. My siblings were strangers. My parents, stranger. There shouts were familiar. I was empty. I saw no light. I was consumed by dark. I gave up.... In the dead of night I ran to the bathroom and took out the pills. The pills I took at night to sleep, now they will help me sleep forever. I get a cup from the kitchen and fill it with water. I'm tempted to right a farewell to everyone, but there was no one that I had cared enough about. I look at the blue pills and close my eyes. Tears streaming down my face. I bring the contain to my mouth and let all of them spill into my mouth. It's a struggle to get them down but I do...I lay there wondering "What would life be like if it happened differently. If only I was loved..." And then everything turned Black...
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If Only I was Loved
Short StoryShe was a little girl, a joy, a ray of sunshine. This girl soon grew. And her insecurities poked. Piercing her skin. The Demons seeped through, all those cuts and the bruises. This is her story. About Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia and Suicide. View...
