Emma's short stories/prompts

Prompt #1

*WARNING: SENSITIVE CONTENT. TALK OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE.*

Prompt: "When you die in a freak accident, you meet the reaper himself. 'I thought I told you to get lost. You can't keep dying just so you can meet me. We are over, you hear?' He shouts"

"WHO SAID I'M HERE BECAUSE OF YOU?!" I scream back in his face. 

"Maybe-Maybe I just can't bear to live life the way I've been living it." My voice cracks on the last word. I can no longer hold back the tears that were brimming in my eyes. I glance up at his dark figure, and watch as his slender hand reaches up too his hood and slowly pulls it away from his face. The same face that I have been trying to see again for the past 10 months. Over that ten month period, I had attempted to take my own life 4 times. Only two times were fully intentional. The other two times my mind had been wandering to certain thoughts and my body obeyed without me being fully cognizant. I see his eyes go soft and he looks torn between wanting to scream at me some more and wanting to envelop me in his arms. I, myself, preferred the second option. 

"And how exactly is that Emma? What about your life in the last 10 months has been so unsatisfying?" He spoke softer this time, as if he were trying not to be the one to make me fall apart completely. But in all honesty, I had already fallen apart completely. What he didn't know was that this time I was going to get what I had been desperately grasping for for the last 10 months. Peace. With him, with the world, but most of all myself. I wanted it to be over so my soul could move on, and not be dragged down by my pathetic life in the human realm. 

"You don't understand, I've tried. God, I've tried so fucking hard to push this deep down inside. But no matter how hard I try to smother these emotions, this depression, it rises back up like bile in my throat." I wanted to tell him that the only way for me to truly be free was to leave my physical being behind and to release my soul from the burdens. But how was I supposed to tell him that? The man that had tried desperately to save me from myself for the past year. 

There's the catch. I couldn't.

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A/N: Hey whoever's reading this, this is my first prompt writing. Yay!(I think) It is short, but I believe it does the prompt at least some justice. I wanted to take it in a direction of mental illness because it is a difficult subject, and often times it isn't talked about the way it should be. I myself have struggled with depression, and know others who have as well. It is not easy, and if you are going through something similar. Get help, talk to someone. Don't let the hole become deeper than it already is, ask for a rope. Much love, Em.

Suicide Prevention Hotline: (800-273-8255)

Anxiety and Depression Association of America: (240-485-1001)