Done (Depression Story)

Done 4

That really makes me mad that my mom is trying to get for me not to report her but she continues with her sick ways. I'm getting more furious I step on the gas even harder and dash for the school speeding down the street in anger I make a sharp turn. Losing control and hit a Guardrail and tumbled down a cliff passing many trees everything goes black and then I wake up but something's not right.

I stand up and down in a ditch, but I don't feel anything. My car is still here. I make my way up the steep hill. I see Stella on her knees sobbing and my mom standing there on the phone. I walk over to and ask.

"What's wrong"

I get no response I tap her and she has no reaction, she is holding the letter i had written that was crumpled up in my bag, so walk over to my mom and she is on the phone with my aunt she is acting sad but she's not.

"What's going on" I yell frustrated

I see a blanket on the ground and walk over to it. It's my body. But here.

"I'm right here."

"Listen to me."

I feel hopeless and weak can't hear me look to my left and see a bright white light and a man he looks familiar. He's the man from the photo in my living room. He's my dad! Feeling excited run over to him.

"Dad is that you?"

He motions me to walk closer to him so do so. He reaches for my hand and pulls me into the light.