Done (Depression Story)

Done 3

"Hey, Stella I fucking love you so much and thank you for being here for me every day" I know I'm not gonna get a response because she's still at school. You know what? I can't take this anymore. I go grab my dads old gun out of the closet. Grabbing a bag and shoving his Semi-automatic rifle in it, as well as my notebook and the closest marker to me. Quickly darting to the door snatching my moms 2019 Subaru Outback keys and running out the front door barely able to see due to the number of tears running down my face. Wiping them away I ram the silver key into the white car and throw myself in the driver's seat. I pull out the crumpled poetry notebook and the red marker I had grabbed and open it up. After opening, I see a picture of me and Maddie. Ripping out of the book, I grab my moms lighter and began burning the photo and threw it out the window. I rev up the engine, but I can't drive, I never passed my class. I guess I woke up my mom because here she comes running out the door with a concerned look on her face, wearing the dirty ass hoodie she always has on with sweatpants. Maybe she would actually be pretty if dad didn't die. But before I could finish I quickly slam the car into reverse and speed out of the driveway hitting the trash cans on the sidewalk. Putting the Car back in drive and speed down the street almost hitting one of my neighbors but at this point, I don't care. I pull into the gas station down the street, still holding the book I began writing in it. Done but now I can't stop thinking about everything. It's all running through my head and I feel like going crazy. Hearing voices. "not good enough" and "Just do it, hurt the one that hurt you.". I can't do it I put the car in drive once again dashing down the road to the school. I want to kill the ones who have made my life a living hell. I start to make I list Marcus he has been so mean to me ever since middle school when I started dating his crush and now he just tries to make a fool of me. Maddie, but she really never did anything to me, nevermind. Marcus's friends, Kenny and Gerald. That's all the people on the top of my head and anyone in my way but most importantly... myself. I put the car back into Drive and continue down the road.