Tears. Tears were falling down Will's face at this point, blending in with the now cold water splashing against his face. Will felt alone, no one to comfort him, no one to understand. He stepped up and turned the water off, then climbed out of the bath, wrapping a towel around him.
He turned and stared into the mirror. He saw a scrawny boy with red eyes and a broken look, that couldn't be him. Could it? He reached out, a tear slipping down his cheek, then his throat. It dropped to the floor, falling onto Will's foot. He dropped the towel and slowly got dressed. When he was done, he climbed downstairs, staring at the steps, wishing it could all be over.
When he swallowed his dinner, he went up to his bedroom, shivering all the way. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, checking his phone. He didn't have much to do, barely having any 'friends' on his phone. No texts, unless they were his mom.
He climbed into bed, wrapping his blankets around him. He listened, for what could have been 1 hour, probably less, until he heard the sweet sound of his mom sleeping. A tear trickled out of his eye.
Woah body, I'm sad but not that sad. Will thought. Yet...
He stared at the wall, wanting to have his eyes well up with tears. It made him feel better. Much, much better. He wrapped his blankets tighter around him, wanting to die. To fade away, into the darkness that was the shadows of his room, his depression.
He asked people, himself why?
He thought,
"Hey people, what does it feel like? What does it feel like to look in the mirror and think you are good-looking other than ugly? Not having to wear long sleeves because of the cutting despair I have to fall through? What does it feel like, to, have one day of no sadness, just happiness, to have friends?
What does it feel like to not go through self-harm, what does it feel like to not want to die, to not feel like every single moment a piece of your heart crumbles and falls to the floor as my dirty sadness fills me up like a balloon (A/N-FALL OUT BOY FANS, REJOICE) and to just,
want,
to,
live?"
Will let out a choked sob and immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. He checked to see if his mom was still sleeping. Yup, loud snores were filling the house.
He asked God, why?
He asked why he had to go through this pain, why it couldn't have been someone else?
He wanted to know, so bad, what it was like to live on day in peace, happiness, friends, laughter, filled up with smiles and rejoicing.
He curled up in a ball.
It hurt.
It hurt, so
so much
All events in this chapter are based on a true event *sad wink*.
Also, I think from now on I will post every weekend, (maybe), but I also might post on weekdays, but there is no guarantee.
