Hey guys! I'm not sure if you'd like this story, but I really really want you to give it a try! With so many people struggling out there with anxiety and depression, I wanted this story to be an inspiration and what better way to do it then add Supernatural into the mix? I'm sure Dean has a lot to say about people who feel like no one is there for them! So enjoy!
It had always been this way, or at least for as long as I can remember. First the negative thoughts, then the anxiousness, then the tingling sensation in my stomach (not the good kind), and finally the self harm.
I looked out of the window, it was a quiet night, with a full moon, and the sky ever so bright with stars scattered across the blackness. The still view of my neighbourhood haunted me, and the silence didn't help matters any further. I closed my hands into fists and felt the blood dripping from the sides, the pain made me flinch but it also made the horrifying thoughts go away, it always did.
Sitting like this, after every 'episode' was like a reflection time for me, this was the point where my mind was always the most clearest, my thoughts less chaotic, and it was this time where all the guilt came crashing down, suffocating me. It was this time when the realization hit me with full force of how miserable I was, and how it was all my fault.
I was locked away, in a small room, whose pale walls seem to close in on me. My family had given up on me, left me to rot. But what else did I expect? They were scared of me, hell I was scared of myself too.
This wasn't natural, I was not normal.
Please don't be harsh with the comments!
Dean and Sam will be joining the story in the next chapter!
