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Hey! Sorry it took so long. I haven't touched let alone used a computer for how long? A week? More? Something like that. And it feels good to type (?) :D so happy I could die…

Speaking of which here's your chappie:

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Chappie 5: It's more than just depression

'What is he doing here?' Lisa thought 'That idiot'

"Bartholomew, you have no concept of privacy, leave."

"No! I want answers!" Bart replied, "Why do you and Milhouse have cuts all over your arms?" Lisa sighed. He'd never understand.

"What would you care? It's not as if it would make any difference."

"Then tell me anyway."

"It's a waste of time. Now, leave." Lisa went in, pushing him aside.

"Hey! Don't push me around!" She ignored him and went to the window, picking up a small knife from sill.

"Or would you rather I force you out?" at that point Bart was out of the room, leaving a poof of his original position floating for a moment.

Lisa sat on the bed, 'now I can get some peace…' but no. It wasn't quiet. Not in her mind. Her mind, it was flooded, flooded with thoughts. Thought after thought continuously going round over and over again asking a million questions as once. Why wouldn't they go away? She grabbed her head. It was beginning to hurt, so many thoughts. 'Why? I don't understand. Why don't I understand?'

She tightened her grip on the knife. Was this her only way of living? Either way she needed to drain the thoughts out of her. Any way. She slashed the knife on her arm, cutting it so faintly, careful to not make it too deep. Blood slide down her arm to her hand as she concentrated only on the pain of the cut. She sighed in relief and cleaned the blood off with a tissue. She leaned back, falling into a deep sleep. All her worries forgotten, all her thoughts left behind.

'Where am I?' she thought. She was so confused. Trees surrounded her. So many trees that all towered above her in their dark green mightiness. 'A forest?' She walked past the tree until she came upon a clear opening. A large black raven flew by, followed by a young woman. The raven landed on her shoulder. She was tall and had long flowing brown hair that blew around the raven with the wind.

"Who are you?" Lisa asked.

"I am your conscience."

"Huh?"

"You are so very lost, confused, unable to understand" she said, "Your mind overflows with thoughts-- questions that you can't answer."

"How did you--?"

"You feel trapped" The raven got tangled in her hair, squirming about "You struggle" The raven thrashed about. "But a way out is always there" The raven freed itself and flew off "It is like life, life is lived struggling. You struggle continuously until you can struggle no more. There you find the way out, and find other things too" The raven came back with another. "And then it ends" The ravens shrivel to bones that fall to the ground with a clatter. "It always ends" A cold wind blew past Lisa's face causing her to shiver. "But then the cycle starts again" A smaller raven flies to her shoulder "And again it continues in the same manner… but the struggle. Of what purpose is it for? … Survival. No more, no less."

She woke up, dazed. She sat up on the bed still unsure of whether she knew what the woman was talking about yet. Life couldn't possibly be that simple… could it? Maybe its simplicity is what makes it so hard to understand. No, life had to be more than that. It was true she was depressed but…! But now it was more than that. She couldn't turn back now. She was past the point of no return.

Struggle to survive. That's all what life was. She understood now. Everyone. They all try to survive and live longer. That is their soul purpose. But no matter what, they are not immortal. Eventually they all die. What was the point of all this learning? They didn't need to accomplish anything. It wasn't an accomplishment it was just self-gain. No more, no less. 'How selfish.' The thought disgusted her. 'Such a selfish act.' So despicable it burned in her mind. She had to get rid of it. It was worse than before. 'End it. End it' She took the knife 'End it now' She lifted it above her wrist, ready to slice through. 'NOW!'

"Lisa!" She stopped. Who said that? Who stopped her? "Lisa! What are you doing?" It was Marge. She snatched the knife away from Lisa.

"Why? Why do you have to interfere? Don't you see? I can't live. I can't live like this. Let me do this!" By the end Lisa was begging. Marge kneeled down beside her.

"What's wrong, Lisa?" She asked thoughtfully, "You've seemed so down lately."

'Such a dirty thought, such a dirty act. I want it to go away. To be washed away clean'

"Help" She squeaked. 'Am I like that too? My wanting of it to go away, is that thought in itself selfish? Please. Let me die, I need to end it. NOW! END IT NOW!'

"Oh, honey, it's okay. Mom's here to help" She hugged her daughter. 'NO! You can't help! You're so deep within this cycle. You can't help! Not like that! No!' Tears escaped Lisa's eyes. 'Let me be free! Please! Why won't you?'

"MOM! MOM! SOMETHING HAPPENED! MILHOUSE--!" The voice of Bart ringed through the room. Marge quickly got up and rushed down the stairs.

"Bart? What is it?"

Lisa didn't know what to do. She needed to know what happened. But at the same time she needed to end it, free herself. No, she couldn't choose herself. She had to help him in whatever way she could. She ran down, following her mother. Bart was screaming.

"What is it boy? You hungry?" Homer asked.

"Milhouse! Milhouse! AGH!"

It hit Lisa. He has… done it already. He has freed himself. But maybe, just maybe she could get there in time. She ran to the Van-Houten house, to his room, to his body… His body, stained in blood. He was already cold. The blood was dry. She didn't make it in time. She couldn't see him being freed. But she could see his smile. His smile full of joy, all his happiness wrapped up it one smile. She wished she could have been freed with him, two spirits freed side by side. That would be perfect. Suddenly, a piece of white paper came into view. It was clutched in his hand. She took it and stuffed it into her pocket when she heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. She wanted to read it. It was definitely for her. She could just tell. But already she was had hands around her arms and legs. She couldn't move. Before she knew it she was outside, moving through the air, and drifting to sleep.

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I know it's not much (it's more than the last few times though) but I've been having writer's block (well I just didn't feel like writing with a pencil much) But that's what I've done so far. There would be more but it'll take time for me to finish that section. But… I do like reviews. I don't mind flames or anything. I just like reviews. They feel good. XD that sounds weird. Well, 'till next time!