Ever since my parents died last year my depression just keeps getting worse. I hate it just like I hate myself and the people who killed them. The weight on my chest gets heavier and heavier ever day. I wake up to quietness and darkness every morning. I take a deep breath in and deep breath out. I can't sit up. I can't move. I can't breath. I fight for air. And then.... I hear a voice. It's someone shaking me. "Jess.....Jess......." My brother Aaron says as he continues shaking me "JESS!!!" I jump up and plummet to the ground. " OH MY GOD AARON WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT THIS EARLY!!" I yell at him in my raspy morning voice "Breakfast is ready." he says and gives a fake cheesy smile and then walks out "Thank god it was a dream." I thought to myself.
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FantasyA realm where anything is possible. The powers of people and the bad was hidden. Until the darkness returns...
