Earlier this week, I was talking to my friend Maria, who was writing, and really wanted to write something. So I opened a doc, turned on some music, and this is what happened.
The girl had been worrying for weeks. She didn’t really have a good reason, but she couldn’t stop. It felt like her life was ending. Like the walls of her mind were closing in and engulfing her in darkness. Try as she might, she couldn’t escape. She felt like she was drowning, suffocating. She knew she should be reaching out, but the thought terrified her. Worse than all the blackness surrounding her–and that was terrible–was the feeling of being totally, completely, absolutely alone. Abandoned. Deserted. Broken. Her family tried to help, but to her, it seemed that underneath their sympathy and concern they were judging her, condemning her. What she didn’t see, was the long nights they pulled, deep in prayer. She didn’t see them crying, fighting for her, wondering what they could have done to drive her to this. She didn’t see her friend’s concern, didn’t hear them asking if she was better. She had stopped attending church. She couldn’t see the use in sitting for an hour or more when the words she heard she could not identify. Her family had stopped trying to drag her. Thankfully. She felt like her previous life had been a happy dream. Now, she didn’t remember what feeling happy felt like. Her days she spent either lying in her bed, on the ground, on her couch, sitting at the window, in complete and total silence. Her nights she spent lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, not wanting to stay awake, but dreading sleep. Her dreams were full of water, close rooms, and things so horrible she could only try to keep them from the waking world.
To pass time, she spent hours watching stories on youtube and Netflix, trying to read books, sketching, listening to her music. She had played violin and piano, but her inspiration had left when her depression came.
This is only the first part. I will post more before long. I wasn’t planning on writing a story like this, but this is what happened.