As the girl struggled against the beast raging within her as she realized what she must do. Looking at each one of her friends worried faces shes forced a smile through the pain for them.
"Don't worry about me, it'll be over soon." she told them sadly as the confusion on their face slowly turned to realization.
She abandoned her diminishing strength and let the monster take over. Her body was jerked around from the immense force the beast brought with it. Suddenly the girl stopped moving and her body slumped to the ground.
Her friends quickly rushed to her side in the fear that she was dead. Blood was slowly pooling underneath her body coming from a large chest wound that looked like some giant had punched a hole straight through to her heart and then had set it aflame.
In her last dying breath she whispered, "You're free." She smiled and went slack, her eyes forever staring up at the heavens.
They were free. She had taken it down... that great beast. What was it called?
DEPRESSION.
The End
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Sit Still, Look Pretty
RandomA collection of really short stories write by me or others I know. Trigger Warning! Can be really sad and gory.
