lenkagame12

[lenkagame12]

Drowning

Dante laid in bed staring at the ceiling, worrying about the things that had bothered him all week. His eyes teared up as he thought about the sadness that filled his heart. She had walked out on him even after they had been through so much together. He bit his lip as anger took over, remembering the words, “Move on, things will get better.” Everyone had set expectations on him now that he was older. Being bothered by a break up for so long was something that he shouldn’t be worried about. Dante clenched his fists as his anger worsened, the words of his parents now spinning around in his head, “When are you going to get a job in your career? How come you always spend so much time on the internet? Do something productive like going out. How come you aren’t like your cousin? Sometimes I wish you would just leave.” His anger was soothed by the thought of having to work tomorrow. The thought of having to leave his home brought a smile to his face, knowing that his employers wouldn’t expect as much, just his work. With a stern look glued on his face, he thought about how hopeless he felt, like no one understood what he was going through. He hated being left behind, being expected to be like someone else, and being alone. Thoughts of approaching a friend had come to mind but were always shut down by his own overthinking. How the person would respond? “Things will be alright, just wait. There are others who have it worse then you do. Some higher being was planning bigger things, just wait things out.” The scars and bruises on his wrist were proof that nothing would work out. He hated himself for not being what his parents expected of him, he hated himself for not being able to move on whenever he felt like it was time to let go, and, especially, he hated himself because he was alive. Closing his eyes, he wanted the world and everyone in it to just vanish. When he opened his eyes he was surrounded by water. Instinctively, his body tried swimming to the top but something was holding him down like an anchor. As he looked down to check what it was his eyes widened in horror as he saw a devilish smile on someone he knows. The figure was none other than a darker representation of himself. This version had given up and wanted to completely end it all, so it pulled strongly on the leg of the one still holding onto hope. Sadly his hope wasn’t strong enough to help him and soon his body sinking without fighting back. Even when he had accepted his fate his last words that’s escaped his lips were “Help me…”      (This is also posted on my quotev on the account url: Yuuki (hachimanhikigaya)