Chapter one: death...
Every cycle has an end to it, and whether we like to believe it or not is completely up to us. Sometimes we choose our own endings, sometimes we choose our endings sooner then they're ment to be...
The water sat still, lukewarm to the touch and yet to your own skin it sent shivers down your spine. Body lade lax in the porcelain tub, fully clothed with arms resting on top the rim of your soon to be grave.
And no matter how many times you told yourself it was better off this way, there was still that nagging feeling in the back of your head. A little voice that stopped you from it all, a soft calling that said this wasn't the answer and that things would get better.
All you had to do was hold on...
But everyday that passed by without a change drove you closer and closer to your definitive choice.
Planning out the smallest of details for the last day you'd take your last breath, for the day you'd end it all. The fear, the sadness, the loneliness, the hurt...
It would all be over very soon, so why was it you still clinged to life even as you sat in the over flowing tub. Tears trailing down your cheeks and staining your soft tanned skin, blurring the color of your hazel eyes and silently falling into the tub.
Maybe it was fear that held you back from it, maybe it was that small voice stopping you once again. Whatever it was you were determined to push it back and allow yourself the freedom you so desperately yearned for.
The freedom that promised no pain or heartache, the freedom that would break the chains to this cursed world and all its people.
So as you took your last breath you dipped your head down, your eyes shut tightly as you waited in the darkness. The seconds slowly ticking by as your lungs began to burn with the need of oxygen.
Everything around you was still, the void soundless and dark as your lungs filled with water...
Slowly drowning and killing you as you began to cough and thrash about, feeling the end near you. The water spilling over the edge with a soft splash, wetting the floor and catching the attention of someone you didn't know was there.
Someone who had been waiting and watching you for a while without you even noticing.
Who's curiosity peak at the sight of you, the frown that had permanently etched itself on your face, the dullness that once sparkled in your eyes, and the odd way you enclosed yourself from everyone around you.
There was something in you that possessed him to believe you were just like him, lost and broken. Just looking for a way out of it all, something to num the pain and make you feel something other then the suffocating dread of depression.
In the midst of it all you failed to hear the pounding of wood and splintering cracks of the door, the hinges screeching in protest as it all came crashing down.
Muffled sounds were all that reached you through the calming waves of the water, not even the echoing footsteps that paused in the room.
Finding you now still at the bottom of the tub, peaceful as could be with shining dark brown hair framing your face perfectly. The last few air bubbles surfacing as he bent over to examine you closely...
A/N: I'm not one to write about depression because it's not a fun thing, and it puts me in a bad mood. To some it's a difficult topic to bring up, and to others it's a 'whatever' thing. I'm one of those people who find it hard to talk about.
My family knows this and my friends know this, because I choose to be open with them. I'll never enclose myself too much to the point you won't see me come out, but I can sometimes be stubborn about it.
If any of you ever need someone to talk to I will always be here, and try my best to provide you with anything you need. Be it comfort, support, or friendship I'm willing to stay by your side through it all.
This request was something that touched on some tender spots (don't be perverted lol) and has reminded me others are still dealing with this type of stuff. So I wanted to make sure you guys knew you had someone to talk to.
