The Demon

Emma. emma. emma. (2)

When classes end I pull out my phone and call my mom saying I'm walking home. I remember the story of my sister while walking. I remember why she committed suicide.

'I always went to school to hear hurtful names. One special name they like to call me is fat. Which I know you can't understand baby Emily but you will soon. They pushed my around in the bathrooms. They also decide to pull out a knife and make tattoos on me with my scars sometimes. Its awful. I don't know why I'm here. I-it doesn't help anyone or harm anyone if I'm here. What's the point right? That's why I cut now. But since I can't tell anyone this. I want to go further.'

BEEEEP
"WATCH OUT!"
I hear before turning to see a car heading my way. All of a sudden, something pushes me and saves me.

I wake up in a white room. The room I would think about rain clouds and life.

3 years later
I feel a pit in my stomach as my heart aches. 1 year ago I decided to join the literature club. I took love into writing even though I was never a good writer. Actually I'm 99% sure the only reason I joined was because I wanted to start a new club and be at peace. The president is this beautiful talented girl named Akako. I'm vice president, mostly because I was the second to join and show how much I wanted to start the club. I'm not talented. I sit on my bed and pull out my notebook, I tear a piece of paper. We have to share poems tomorrow. I pick up my pen from the floor.

'Depression

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but,
This ache at my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within,
The calm on my face is ongoing sin.
The world must stay out; I built up a wall,
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness comuses me; it eats away the years,
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask,
And care enough to remove it. Is that to much to ask?'