When I think about happiness, I picture the sun. I picture the sun glowing bright in a pale blue sky. When I think about sadness, I picture myself, crouched in a dark corner. No sun. Just darkness.
Depression hurts you know. It feels like a thousand knifes digging into my body. I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always so depressed. At one point in my life, I was actually quite happy. I had a family, friends, a life. But then it all changed.
My family and I went on a road trip to Denali. We were going to visit our family friends who moved there recently. Of course I didn't want to go, because nothing is more fun then listening to adults blabber on and on about things that I don't care about. So they dropped me off at a mall nearby. I didn't buy much.
I texted my parents to pick me up. No answer. I called. No answer. I called our family friends and they said that they hadn't come yet. A wave of shock and anxiety ran through me. What I didn't know is that when I said goodbye to my mom as I ran into the mall was the last time I was going to see her...
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The Brighter Days
Teen Fiction14 year old Alison Mury struggles with depression. Who can blame her? Her little brother and her parents are dead, and she lives with Her aunt who she could only pretty much talk to her on the phone considering she's gone constantly leaving her with...
