Despondency
Chapter one
Qwin's P.O.V
(Trigger warning)
Sitting alone in that room, surrounded by knives, my own blood splattering the floor, close to passing out and leaving for real this time, I try to think of something, anything, that will convince my stubborn and idiotic brain to make my mouth yell for help. I think of family. Nope, everyone I'm related to hates me. I think of friends. What friends? This just enforcing my suicidal thinking, I think of places. Places I try to escape my depression, crippling anxiety, abusing father, and people I despise at school. Places in my mind.
I do enjoy those places, but I can't go there now. I have to focus on breathing. If I go in my head now, I might not come out. Mustering my strength, I yell.
"I'M SORRY!" I scream from the floor I slumped down onto. The cold bathroom tiles press up against my cheek. I don't even know if anyone is home. That yell took to much oxygen and energy. I can feel myself blacking out, but before I do, I see a pair of brown-boot clad feet enter the small room.
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Despondency
Teen Fiction(⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ ) Authors note: Hey, it's Jessica again. Sorry it's so short, but there will probably be two updates a day, spaced out. One around 12 A.M. and the other around 3:30-4:00. Have fun, and the story will lighten up soon! ~Jessica
