Mental Health Stories

My Room

I grow tired of staying day after day in my room.

It's boring.

And strange.

I can see people in the next room and they're surrounded by water, yet they don't seem to notice.

Sometimes they come over to me and wave hello or ask me to join them.

I always decline.

Their world seems so strange compared to mine.

I mostly just lay around thinking or sleeping.

They walk around constantly in a rush to do work or go to another event.

I think today I'll see what their world is like.

I open the door to their world and the strangest thing happens.

Instead of water flowing to meet me, water rushes out of my room.

The people scream in panic and hurry to leave.

But they can't.

The water swallows them, draining the life from them, and then I realise.

I was the one dying all along.

The day I left my room was a dark one.

One that I'll never forget.

AN: I guess sometimes it's hard to see just how much you're drowning and that feeling of hurting other people when you let them in.