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2 | catalyst

Sayori's P.O.V:

You're pathetic.

Useless.

Worthless.

Nothing.

I laid on my bed, my mind aching with swarming thoughts I was trying my best to ignore. My head was face first into the pillow. Maybe if I stayed there long enough, I would stop breathing and I could finally leave this cruel world...

No. I have to keep living.

Reluctantly, I turned my head to the side and breathed slowly, in and out.

Monika said the Literature Club was a happy place.... I only went there because I was selfish.... and now I've gained friends I don't deserve.

My eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. I was tired, but I didn't know why.

It had been like this my entire life.

My parents were always out, because of their jobs, so they never took notice of my depression. I was diagnosed, but the fact that I was didn't seem to matter. I was too young to have medication when I was diagnosed, and my parents didn't understand depression; they still don't.

For some unknown reason, salty tears started flowing, as my chest began tightening. But this wasn't sadness, or anger, or even worry. There was no emotion at all. Just.... an empty void.

Why am I crying? It's not like anything bad happened at the Literature Club. Everything was normal.

I wrote my poem at the last second as always, messily written on my notebook.

I faked my smiles and pretended to enjoy the book I read with Yuri.

Everything played out as it usually does. So why am I feeling so upset?

Suddenly, I remembered a thought that stopped the tears from flowing.

I had wanted to talk to Natsuki. I hadn't interacted with her much since she joined the club around a week ago, and I wanted to talk to her.

We had exchanged numbers, but I hardly ever texted her. It was selfish, but I didn't have the strength to.

But this time, it was like something was urging me; I don't know what it was.

Slowly, I picked up my cell phone and texted Natsuki.