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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Dark · #2098890
the story of depression and how it acts like a coach but its the enemy
It was dark outside. I just got done using the bathroom and I slowly walked through the apartment to my computer desk. “you ready to keep talking?” I paused and just stared at my monitor. I could see my face in the black screen. “Are you happy?” he asked in a friendly helpful way. Again I paused and after a deep breathe I told him yes. “how do you know you are happy?” I couldn't answer him, I didn't have an answer. “Let me ask you something....” it was going be about my mother I just know it. “....do you remember what you mother said to you, right before....she passed?” How could I forget, I can still hear it in her voice. “Do you feel like she was wrong?” again he was trying to dig deep make me feel away I didn't want. “look in the mirror and tell yourself she was right” I slowly got up and walked across the room to the small mirror on the wall. I stared on the reflection my eyes started turning red I couldn't do it, I couldn't say her words. I grabbed my drink and started to chug, I asked for it to stop “Maybe another night....” in between chokes of sorrow and welting tears I forced myself to say. That's when he appeared he jumped at me and in my face he says the same thing he says every night “Another night of loneliness...Another night of regret.....Another night WITH ME!!!”

I slowly walked back to my computer chair, hands on my face. “you are really pathetic” He sits down on the edge of my couch like some kind of coach. I take a sip of beer, not even look in his direction. “you remember you childhood....? remember how fucking stupid you were?” I shook my head. “remember kid, remember how fucking sad you childhood was...” I closed my eyes. I remembered everything, how I betrayed my parents, how I lied to my friends how I stole from the local grocery stores I remember how bad I was back then. “we all do dumb things” I try to defend myself. He wasn't sold he knew that excuse was unbelievable. “remember kid the past will always haunt you!” and then he vanished leaving me to ponder his final words!
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