The struggles of a depressed girl

A girl who attempts suicide. Goes to therapy and makes friends who care and might even find romance. But everything isn't always going to go just right.

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1. Prologue

"Suck it up"

"Your being ridiculous"

"Attention whore"

"You'll be OK"

"Kill yourself"

"Go jump off a cliff"

"I don't love you"

This is what I hear everyday no one understands! No one cares. No one sees how hard it is. Why can't I be happy? Why can't I find someone who understands or at least tries to? Why? Even my family thinks this is just me wanting attention. Its not! Why would I try to hide the Cuts? Why would I fake a smile? Why would I do anything that I've done just for attention?

I'm around close minded fools. All they think about is themselves they don't try to understand how much pain I'm in. They don't know what's it like to feel numb. They don't know what its like to feel OK one moment and the next miserable.

I've decided to kill myself maybe that will make them regret what they put me through. Maybe they will see I wasn't doing it for attention. Maybe they will see finally that depression is a serious mental illness.

I take all the pills and jump out my window and walk to a park nearby that has a bridge that I can jump from to make this faster.

I'm looking down and stumbling around the medicine doing its job that I gave it. I'm so close to the bridge. My hands are on the railing and I put my legs over it and jump off.

Everything is black. I hear voices calling my name. Telling me to please wake up. Telling me that they need me. Telling me that they understand. That's a lie they don't understand.

I see a light.

I go towards the light.

But then I hear the cry of my little brother in the opposite direction. I run towards it I need to comfort him he's so young I want to give him what my parents never gave me. A shoulder to cry on.

I open my eyes slowly to see my brother holding my hand so tight and whispering please don't go I need you. I love you. I can't lose you. That's when I started crying I didn't think about my brother. He was always there for me her would always try to cheer me up when someone said something bad about me.

I was just thinking about myself.

My brother looks at me with tears in his eyes and hugs me.

"I love you sis"

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