A Book Of Short Stories

Fallen

( Warning: depressing and suicidal content.)

I was a goner.
I had never felt so abandoned of my emotions. The man named Blurryface took control of my life, like I was the wheel and he was behind it.
I was weak so I called in sick to my job that day.
What about my wife and kids? It's okay this one time.
I walked into my bathroom and locked the door. I took a deep breath, but Blurryface only emptied the air from my lungs and turned it into loud screams of insults. Then to only find myself lying on the earth destined for nothing.
No one looks up to me, no one cares for my soul.
Blurryface then flipped a switch in my brain to only make me engage with thoughts of suicide.
Everyone constantly looking down on me is just too overwhelming.
Blurryface then whispered to me "give up." I didn't know what to do so I waited another day.
The next day at work my coworkers noticed something off about me, so they asked and I spoke. They kept on blaming my troubles on the times, because I was "too quiet" or "not good enough." There were nonbelievers and them mentioning that I'll be fine. But there was a small part of me that Blurryface wasn't, the small hope I had for everything.
Blurryface pestering me had to stop, but no, he had to take complete control of me.
...
It was after work and I went to the bridge above the river. The moonlight on the water was glistening and the water stay still.
My phone had buzzed and someone had commented on my most recent Instagram post, "You're my pride and joy." I viewed it, but Blurryface did not care. And as I climbed up, I knew that that would be the last voice I'd hear, the final happiness. I held onto that voice as I fell into the water and have the waves barely reach the surface as I sank into a deep, dark place.

Stay alive frens |-/