Stuck in hell
Just kinda had to...vent, I guess...don't read if you are sensitive to suicide. if you are worried about me, don't. I'm not going to do any self-harm to myself. I just needed to let out my depression for the first time in over 7 months.
She woke up late at night, her room pitch black. she woke to the same thing, depression and sadness. Her chest was heavy. Her thoughts even heavier. she just laid in the darkness. Her world seemed to just...fade away. Nonetheless, she got herself out of bed and got dressed. walking down her stairs, she ate breakfast. what did she have? it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was still around...right?
She finished eating, and then left her home. the street was pitch black. the houses all the same...everything on the street, all the same. the worst of all, was that her own house was different...clearly she wouldn't fit it...She didn't fit in, yet wouldn't leave to go somewhere where she did fit in. She just walked the dark, gloomy street. where was she going? who knew. She would end up in the same place anyways, right? there's always one destination, and there's no escaping it.
She just kept walking. the more she walked, the more the weight that she bore in her heart increased. She started crying, but continued on. Everything around her continued to darken the farther she walked down the dark street...until all that was visible was a small counter, with a mirror. On the counter was a pistol...one bullet.
She looked into the mirror, but who she saw wasn't her. It was an empty shell of herself. She stared at that person...until words slowly started repeated in her head "Do it"
She started tearing up once more, and with a shaky hand, grabbed the pistol. placing the pistol against the side of her head. she sobbed quietly...Closing her eyes. she pulled the trigger. everything went black, then...
She woke up late at night...