AN: What happens when I'm feeling down? This happens, apparently. This one will be very short. Contains depression and suicidal-ish thoughts. I apologize if it's riddled with errors. For some reason my brain wanted to write this in present tense?
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"Will it ever get better?" she wonders quietly, using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the tears leaking from her eyes as she gazes down at a letter gripped tightly in her shaking hand.
She lowers the letter- the bearer of bad news- and slumps in her chair wearily. She glances at the calendar, counts the months that have passed and reflects on all the pain and suffering, all the nights of stinging tears she has endured during that time.
So much has happened. So much more to come with the last few months of the so far hellish year still lurking ahead.
It was scary to think about.
"Will it ever get better?" she repeats numbly, dropping the letter on her desk and pushing it aside as her head follows suit with a dull thud.
Her head hurts. Her chest aches. She was tired. So so painfully tired. Tired of feeling like this.
A fresh wave of tears falls from her eyes and her shoulders heave, pitiful gasps escaping from her gaping mouth.
She doesn't want to feel this suffocating torture anymore.
She senses it's all she'll ever feel.