(Jasey's POV)
Even though Luke and the boys have been by my side, my depression has captured me once again.Eating every couple days, waking up, plastering a fake smile on my face, acting as if there isn't a war in my head, slowly taking its toll on me, scars have resurfaced on my skin. Back home I did therapy, but everything is coming back. The state of mind, the actions, everything. I know I need to- Luke interrupted my thoughts by tapping my shoulder.
"Hey are you okay?"He asks with a concerned look on his face. I nod, standing up from my bedroom floor where I'd been sitting for days.
"Wait, where are you going?" He worriedly asks
"I'm fine on my own." I say, quickly walk out of my room stopping to put on my black converse. I walk through the house, until I come to the front door. Then I start running, Converse pounding againest the asphalt, again and again. Wind whipping my caramel hair in every direction. I finally feel free. After 30 minutes of running, my lungs are burning with every breathe I take, I come to a park. There was a dull, sun bleached swing set, and some dead grass. I jog over to the lifeless swings and take a seat, swaying forward and backwards.
Stupid, broken, weak little girl, you can't run from life. Oh wait. That's what you do, you're a failure. You wreck everything. You should just kill yourself already. You caused all the shit in your life, if you were normal none of this would happen. Not even the people who said "I'm always here for you" or "You're strong" or "We love you!" stayed because they realized how broken you are, how pathetic, how weak, how naive thinking someone will save you from yourself. Just take a few more pills, cut a little dee-
"Damn, you're a fast runner, lets get you out of the rain." A voice I'd know miles away says
I hadn't noticed it was raining, until I look down at my now drenched old tshirt and running shorts. I turn to face the blue eyed boy, "But I like the rain."
"Why?"
"You can't see my tears." Luke didn't reply, just sat in the swing next to me.
"I don't deserve you." I say barley a whisper, then all of a sudden Luke walks over to me and wraps me into a bear hug.
"You're perfectly imperfect, I will never give up on you. Let me be the one to save you." He mumbles, with his chin resting on top of my head.
After a few moments of standing in each others arms I spoke up "Can we go home now?" smiley weakly up at Luke, who had a giant grin on his face.
"Of course, would you like a piggy back ride?" He smirked
"Gladly" I say before hopping on his back.
A/N: Sorry for being on hold and coming back to write a tiny chapter. But I wanna let you guys now that if any of you readers need someone to talk to, or anything. And if you have depression and you feel like no one understands, I understand. So private message me on here or on tumblr. (I'll have the link below) So I'll be updating Mondays, if not Wednesdays. But thank you guys for reading, you give me a reason to fight, you guys make me want to live, and I hope you guys know i love all you guys for that.
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Another Social Casualty (was mrs. All American)
FanfictionA story of hope and recovery from a painful past, but sometimes people see your past before you...but some don't.
