Depression.
One simple word means so much.
Its crazy, one word can ruin your whole life.
You dont even know it yet, but its already affecting you.
You cant see it, only other people can.
Its like your running, and running, but going nowhere.
Your whole world seems to be falling apart, everything you have worked hard to do just comes crumbling down.
You lose friends.
You lose your sanity.
You lose yourself.
When your sitting in your bedroom, hearing your parents scream, and tears are streaming down your face.
Its when the voices start coming, telling you just end it, no one cares, they wont miss you, its when it hits you.
I have depression.
There is no cure for it, you have to live through it.
Some poeple arent as strong as others.
Im one of those weak people, anyone can see it.
Most of the time when you have depression for as long as i have, you learn to control it, you learnt o hide your emotions on the outside so no one can tell, but i cant.
Everyone can see that im slowly dying.
Everyone can see that nothing can save me now.
Everyone thinks they know everything, but they dont.
They dont know the feeling you get when your sitting in the doctors office, and are told you have one of the worst cases of depression they have ever seen.
They dont know what its like to watch your parents die right in front of your face.
They dont know what its like to be the only one who knows that my own brother is he one who killed them.
They dont know, thats the thing.
They think they know everything, but they dont.
No one knows.
This is my life. Keeping secrets constantly, the punishment for not, is death.
My name, Scarlett Jones.
Jones, my fake last name, my brother changed it, no one knows that i am really Scarlett Stevans, daughter of Joana and Luke Stevans.
I want to tell someone, but hes always watching, he can hear everything i say, he can see everything i do.
No one can save me.
~Scarlett
"SCARLETT GET DOWN HERE!" My brother yelled up the stairs.
"Shit.." I muttered.
I quickly threw on an outfit.
I looked in the mirror to make sure my hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and slipped on my VANS.
"SCARLETT NOW!!" He yelled again.
"COMING!"I yelled quickly grabbing my phone, running downthe stairs.
I walked into the kitchen to see Mike there holding a knife with his back turned to me.
"H-hi Mike." I stuttered.
