The Pain of Living

She cried and cried and cried, laying in the corner of her friend's room. She didn't know what to do. Everything was horrible. They were messing with her head. She just didn't want to live anymore. She just wanted the pain to end. Why? Why were they torturing her? Why couldn't they just let her be happy. She hated the meds. They weren't working. They weren't working. Why? Why was she in so much pain? She wanted it to all go away. Just leave her alone. She just wanted to be alone. She wanted it to stop. The pain. She couldn't it take it anymore. Her eyes were overfilled pools, water gushing down her face and wetting her blue shirt. Her hands were in fists against the floor, her hair all around her, covering her face, hiding her from the world.

Tears poured out from her deep blue eyes. They poured and poured, until there was nothing left. Nothing left inside of her. She lay there, an empty husk of someone who once was. A husk that should have been thrown away long long ago. A husk; a shell. It was as if her insides had been scooped out. She wasn't even a person anymore. She just wanted it all to end.

Melony didn't know what to do. She had never seen Autumn like this before. She knew she was sad, but she didn't realize that she was depressed. Her friend was dying inside and she didn't know how to help her.

Melony crouched down beside her friend, gently moving her hair from her face. "Autumn? Autumn can you hear me?" She nodded slightly. This encouraged Melony to continue. "Autumn... have you talked to anyone about this? About how you're feeling." Autumn shook her head slowly. "Well, maybe if you talk to the school counsello-"

"No! You can't tell anyone. Promise me you won't tell anyone. Promise."

Melony stared down at her friend, concerned.

"I promise." Maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought. Maybe, with Melony's help, she could get her friend to feel better.