Protected - Hauntedmoonsuit
I wrote this in honor of the feeling of depression. I accept critique and compliments on all my writing, and I hope you enjoy reading.
I looked down at my left arm, it's chestnut color seemed to plead forgiveness. My eyes welled with salty tears and blurred my vision to a minimum. My right hand hesitated, but continued to gingerly grasp the small piece of aluminum on the smooth granite counter top. My hand trembled as I lifted the blade to my vein, my heart was pounding. This is the only way to help. . . I thought to myself, taking the first shot. As the thick crimson blood ran down my wrist, my tears flowed down my flushed cheeks. I continued, knowing that this despondency might last longer than I had hoped it would.
My skin was covered in a crusty shell of red after I ceased bleeding. It had stained the blank porcelain sink, and the scent was hanging in the air over the air freshener. I set the razor down and I wiped my face with my arm, sniffling in the tears. I turned my gaze to the window on the side of the restroom, staring into the black night. The pale moon glowed ominously, and my eyes became transfixed into its existence. I had never noticed the moon to be so beautifully mysterious until tonight, and I almost became a part of the hypnotic quietude.
I saw the world in those few moments. I saw what a dysfunctional place it was, but the beauty that came along with it. I saw the good hearts and the bad ones. I saw the dreamers, and I saw the everyday people. But everyday people, I realized, can have the most amazing potential and they don't even understand or allow themselves to act on it.
I saw the insecure people and the secure ones. I saw everything. I looked away from the window and to the weapon, I had used to harm myself. A voice seemed to say to me, This isn't the way. . . .
I took the blade and threw it in the wastebasket. It slipped through my fingers as if it wanted to leave me. I began to smile shakily, and I looked around me: The place was a mess. I began cleaning it, and I knew that I wouldn't have to deal with another state of depression any longer than I had to. I knew that something was there for me, and would always be there. I was Protected.
