Depression 🥀

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Staring out the window,my knees close to my chest, looking and feeling so confused.

“I killed... ” I whispered I'm sure if she's mortal she won't hear me.
“You what? Gabby?”
“I killed him” I said a little louder than before while still staring out the window, with tears cascading down my cheeks.
“Why would you say such a thing” she whispered sounding heart broken.
“No, you didn't sweetheart”

“I did” I replied feeling confused this time...
“Common, Gabrielle, you and I know you didn't kill Daniel” 
 I narrowed my eyes at her, if not that she's not real I would have stabbed her too
“You didn't... Okay, you...”
I jumped up facing her looking angry, and I'm sure she could see the smoke coming out of my ears
“I DID!!! I REALLY KILLED DANIEL”
I raised my voice at her, “You weren't there when it all happened” I whispered while shaking my head

“He complained how stressed he is,how depressed he is, how broke he is, how sick looking he is... Yet I never helped better” 

Daniel was depressed... I 

DEPRESSION 


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