TW: depression and attempted suicide
so I'm writing this on my phone which is currently my only way to upload stuff. The thing I like about this drabble is that it has no determined pov, meaning it's up to you to decide a major part of the plot.
The darkness was surrounding me.
The sharp talons of depressing thoughts clawed at my brain as the emptiness of everything seemed to close in on me. A horrible weight settled on my chest, making my breathing difficult. Demons whispered horrible things into my ears. And I believed them.
Your life doesn't matter.
No one cares about you.
Why are you still here? You're just a failure.
The thoughts were like a heavy smog hanging in my head, polluting my whole body.
You're just a nuisance to everyone, why don't you just end it?
I couldn't stand it anymore.
I frantically grabbed for the bottle of pills on my dresser, the thin orange plastic cracking in my grip. Hot, salty tears rolled down my flawed skin as I shakily unscrewed the lid.
Almost there.
I dumped an unhealthy amount of the medicine into my hands, staring down at the small white pills with a longing, yet fearful expression.
I had only raised my hand a little bit before I felt a pair of arms wrapping around me, pulling me into a warm embrace.
"It's going to be ok."
I dropped the tablets, falling into his embrace and crying hopelessly into his chest.
"You can fight it."
The sulfuric fog of depression began clearing.
"You're beautiful."
The demons shrunk away, hissing in remorse.
"You mean so much to me."
My breathing returned to normal and my heart rate slowed down some as I breathed in his familiar sent.
"I love you."
I smiled softly, feeling a sweet kiss being pressed to my head.
"Thank you." I whispered back, relaxing in his arms.
I was safe.