(Trigger warning, depressing subjects)
I huff. Pushing the low hanging fringe from my forehead to behind my ear. Walking down the street, having a slight bounce in my step. Feeling my lips vibrate slightly as I hum along to the catchy tune from my earphones. Feeling a small tap on my shoulder, spinning around to see Harvey and Nikky, standing there, I smile.
Plucking the earphone from my ear and look at the two. A small smile takes over as I curve my lips.
"Hey" i mutter, looking down and to the side. Trying to avoid eye contact.
Sighing slightly as all three of us walk down the leg-littered pathway. Evesdropping on their small talk as I feel my mind drift off. But it went too far.
The only thing that was on my mind...
Was a knife...
Bursting into my house, racing up the stairs and slams my bedroom door. Feeling the tears spill down my cheeks.
Pulling open my desk drawer, rummaging around. Searching for a sharp object.
After a little while, I pull out a small sewing needle, holding it up close to my face. Sighing.
"It'll do"
Sitting on the floor, leaning my back against my mirror, bringing the sharp object down to my skin, making several cuts till I was numb. Gasping each time I make the incision.
I was emotionless.
Till I had no tears left to cry or any thoughts left to think.
I know I have a problem.
And that problem has a name.
It's called depression.
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