Depressed sunflower: Russia's depression story.

The suicide attempt

Today was the day. The day that Ivan was going to attempt suicide. Ivan had his medications spread out and a bottle of vodka on his desk. He had his lovely friend, a razor blade in hand and he cut deeply., deep enough to cut a vain. He started bleeding nonstop. He didn't panic. He just sat there. Watching the blood. He then opened his vodka. And took each handful of pills, one by one. Until all 188 pills were gone. He sat at his desk with his head down and his bleeding arm at his side. There were multiple knocks but they had not seen the letter hanging on his door that read. 'dear family and comrades, I am sorry but I have no reason to exist anymore. I am hated for no reason. I see no reason to exist when everyone around me hates me.... So I guess this is good bye.' Then gasps were heard from the other side of the door, Yekaterina and Natalia burst through the door to find their dear brother surrounded by a puddle of his own blood. All the room smelt of was vodka and blood. Was he going to succeed or fail? You'll find out in the next chapter