A/N: Two in one night? Another one of my originals. I actually went through (and am still going through) depression. I wrote this story during a very down time in an attempt to maybe feel better. This was how I felt about depression...
Warnings: Talk of self-harm and suicide.
Venom
Snake venom creeping slowly through your body, taking control until you're a prisoner locked in a placed you can't escape. It controls your thoughts, actions, emotions and even the way you view things surrounding you. The venom gets behind your eyes making everything, every day, look like a night with no stars, no moon. Nothing is beautiful anymore so why should you even need stars? Might was well die knowing the truth, the world is ugly.
Emotions become a thing of the past, emotions are for humans. The venom is anything but human therefore neither are you. Ties to friends, family, even objects, are not needed by the venom to sustain life, so it pulls you back from all these unnecessary indulgences. As long as the venom allows its prisoner to eat and sleep, life can be prolonged. All the while the soul held captive within its own body, tries to regain control. It is determined to repel the venom from the body and continue human life, not the illusion the venom allows the body to live.
As if it was aware of the captive's plan, the venom plots its next attack. Still in control of the body, weird cuts begin to show. Painfully aware of what the venom is making the body do, the soul tires to defend. This only stirs a greater response and the venom reacts appropriately; releasing a feeling of euphoria as the blade slices through an easy barrier. Veins open and red rain begins to fall. Due to the feeling of euphoria, the captive believes the venom is being friendly and allows the deed to continue. It's the first time the body had felt somewhat human and it the end it beings to crave the feeling. Gladly the venom obliges.
Eventually it comes to the point where the body craves it so bad that the cuts become deeper, needier. Learning that the deeper it cuts, the better it feels the body begins to dig deeper and deeper. Finally the captive wakes from its euphoria and after realising that the battle is over with no more will to fight and becomes appalled at what the body has come, it admits defeat and begs the venom to end it all.
Snickering like a villain in a melodrama who finally overcame his arch nemesis, the venom choses the way it will sacrifice the body and soul. As the soul says its final good-byes to the body, the venom executes the end. Finally free from the venom, the soul looks back to see the body lying there, scarred and never again to move. In the souls last glimpse of the world it sees the venom taking a new body as the cycle begins again. Only one thought, one wish and one prayer is said by the soul, "that the next one is stronger than I."
Depression, it's like losing all control as if something's slowly taking over. It is a venom that feeds off and uses the body all the while holding the soul captive. It becomes a battle and only the strongest will win, be it the venom or the soul. No one can stop it and only the strong can tame it. This is the ultimate battle of the fittest. This is depression.