I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT DEATH A LOT. I've thought about where I'd go after death. An after-death, maybe an epilogue. I've thought about before death, if I'd know about it, if it would be in an accident. And I've thought about causing death. Only my own, of course.
I haven't thought about killing myself in a while, though. Since I got my job at The Lane, I don't see the point. I'm happy there.
Now that Robin Hoodie's got two of the most expensive watches from the store, I'm thinking about it again. Now that I'm at home - the actual house I'm supposed to live in -, I'm thinking about it again. Now that I have to see my family, I'm thinking about it again.
My family thinks I'm crazy, that taking these pills is making me a devil. They say the pills are just breeding the spawns of the devil inside of me. They live by this unspoken law that doctors are the anti-Christ, and only church can heal. And me taking anti-depressants will make me one of them.
So be it.
I'm going to sleep.
A/N: If any of you are going through depression, I want you to tell someone. Any one. Please.
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rich
Teen Fiction"i've stolen clothes, jewellery, coffee, and even chairs, but i can't seem to steal your heart, or even your damned attention." Meet Asher; he steals. Meet Aphrodite; she doesn't.
