Depression

Here I sit in this dark room. Alone. Wrists covered in warm, dark blood. Waiting to be saved from this hell hole of a life... ------------------------------------------------------ Meet Willow. A girl suffering from depression and abuse from her father. Her life had changed drastically when her mother died. She was ten years old when it happened. About a year later, her father began getting drunk constantly and doing drugs. He also began abusing her. Willow still has hope for the day that her father will finally stop his addictions and beg for her forgiveness. She still has hope that her father will treat her like a human being once more. But like every human being, she still has doubts. Doubts that she will never get her father back. Doubts that she'll never have the courage to stand up to her father or contact the police. But when she meets a boy named Jeremy, will all of that change? Will he be able to help her? Will Jeremy and Willow start to develop feelings for each other? Will Willow be able to handle those feelings? Willow knows that there must be some hope for her life to change, but she also knows not to keep her hopes up. Nothing good has ever come out of that.

"When will it go away?" I whisper to myself as I sit in the darkness of my room with bleeding wrists and a sore back. I hear the front door slam and automatically know that my father has gone out after my 'punishment'.

I don't understand. Why does he punish me? Does he still blame me for my mother's death? No, he couldn't. I didn't do anything. At least, I don't think I did.

~6 years ago~

"Sweetheart, I'll be fine." My mother comforts as I cling to her, crying.

"No, you won't. Daddy says you're getting worse!" I shout as more tears roll down my cheeks.

"What?!" My mother shouts as she takes me by my shoulders and holds me out arms length. "He's been telling you that I've gotten worse?!" She asks and I nod.

"He tells me every day when we go home that you're getting worse." I say sadly.

"I need to talk to Daddy for a moment. Go play with some toys in the waiting room and send Daddy in, ok?" She says as she lets my shoulders go.

"Ok!" I shout happily as I run out of the room and skip towards my dad. "Mommy wants to see you!" I shout and my dad walks towards the room I came from. Soon, I hear yelling. Being distracted from the toys a few feet away, I slowly walk towards my mom's hospital room.