the end

her

A.N. THIS WORK MAY BE TRIGGERING. IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED WITH THE MENTION OF SUICIDE OR DEPRESSION, PLEASE DON'T PROCEED.

CAN YOU GUESS WHO THE PERSON IN ITALICS IS BEFORE THE END HITS AND SAVE THEM

SAVE THEM

WHO IS IT?

IT WAS SCARY.

It was scary how fast her thoughts change.

It was scary how she could be happy one second and the next she was just a walking corpse.

It was scary how nothing could excite her anymore.

The clock struck two times and she didn't even blink. The heavy weight settled on her throat again and she felt a hand crawling up her chest.

From inside.

It was late. She had an important test the next day but everything seemed to blur out until it was all just a glob of weight on her chest; pressing down on her windpipe and suffocating her.

Something was wrong with her.

Maybe everything.

She heard people laugh. Her family. Her friends. Her classmates. Her neighbours. All the people she walked by today. Everyone's laughing.

Her breathe stuttered.

Stop, she wanted to scream. Stop. But they won't listen. She knows. She has already tried doing that before.

Her thoughts screamed. Remember that time? Remember that? Remember this? Remember? Remember? Remember?

Her food rose up to her throat. The clock struck three times as she emptied her stomach in the toilet.

Fuck those tests, her mind screamed, not like I can perform any better.

•••

"Do you know about it?"

Her bag hasn't even touched her seat before her friend was hovering over her face, making her jump back as her foot caught onto the seat and she almost fell down.

"Woah, woah. Slow down, bud. At least, lemme breathe. You know, that one thing people do in order to live?"

Mishti rolls her eyes but the side of her lips curled upwards before it fell down again.

Rashi oblivious to her friend's flurry of emotions, sat down on her assigned seat and did what was important.

Breathe.

"Can you stop gasping like a fucking walrus?"

"Can't do."

Rashi heard a sharp sound before she felt pain in the back of her head.

"Ow!"

"Now stop being a clown for one second and listen."

"Okay, okay. Let me just-"

"Please."

Rashi finally looked at Mishti, the snarky remark leaving her tongue as she finally gets a good look at her friend's face.

She looked like she hadn't slept for three nights straight. Black circle surrounded her eyes and the stray hair pieces stuck out from her braids and pointed in different directions.