There I stood in the shower, letting the warm water hit my barely long, brown hair. I want to cry. I can't do this anymore, I have no one. I want to break down, but I want to stay strong. I can't. After my brother had a seizure, I got worse. He has been in the hospital for a few weeks. I'm loosing my breath. Just breathe Jake, just breathe.
I turned the handle and turned the shower off, then I dried myself off with a towel. Opened the door and quietly made my way down the hall. I felt weak, I felt like dying. Finally made my way into my room, remembering to close my bedroom door.
I put on a t-shirt and basketball shorts, then laid on my bed. Into my 'depression hole' I went. I curled into a ball on my bed and tucked my freckled face into my knees. I cried. I couldn't hold it in. I tried not to make noise, but it only sounded like little whimpers. I felt my heart breaking, my mind was racing and I couldn't escape. In the darkness I laid crying like a little kid, getting sadder and sadder by the second. I'm lonely, I have no one. No one.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Panic Attack
Novela JuvenilJake is your average 13 year old boy, but has a dark secret that almost no one knows about. He is depressed. He is not getting better, he is only getting closer to his breaking point. Only his best friends know that he is depressed. Will he find hel...
