Suicide. The only thing on my mind. I'm stuck in a cave of depression where the only exit is death. Death is all I want.--------- ATTENTION: COULD BE TRIGGERING FOR THOSE WITH THOUGHTS OF SELF HARM OR/AND SUICIDE.
(Yo, writing club kids, this is the story.)
Two people are connected in a way that they can't even imagine. A profound connection that leads both of them to recovery in the face of mental illness and abuse.
They both stand through the storm, letting their sadness infect them and sicken them, much like a cancer, but they manage to recover, but how?