Blood.
That was all she saw.
Blood.
Blood was all over her arm.
The blade was completely covered in a crimson red.
The female in a sunhat pulled a roll of bandages out.
Slowly, she wrapped her arm.
Sayonara knew she was depressed.
Never had she admitted it.
Nevertheless, she wished she was dead.
She never wanted to hurt the others,
So she stayed alive.
Fighting her depression.
Loosing the battle along the way.
She got up from the bed,
Her bed wasn't even made.
Her bedsheets had food stains all over them.
Her clothes and hair were always a mess.
Before the depression shit came along,
She was a cheery person.
Smiled at every moment.
But it's different now.
She has cuts on her arms and thighs,
Rarely talks to anyone.
Abby and Syah always tried to get her out of her room,
But she always came up with excuses.
'My head hurts.'
'My eyes are burning.'
And more.
She decided she would leave her room for once.
She walked toward the door, opened it, and stepped out.
She wasn't wearing her normal black hoodie.
She was wearing an over sized red jacket,
Zipped all the way up.
Her sweatpants were literally eating her feet.
She only wore socks, no shoes.
She went into the living room.
She saw the gang sitting there,
Watching tv.
It was a sad movie, apparently.
They all had sad looks on their faces.
'I really shouldn't bother them.'
She walked away again,
Back into the darkness of her room.
