Story Four (this is for all those who are or have ever been depressed)
D E P R E S S I O N.
She thought as she twisted and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. It had been gnawing at her all day long and now it was chewing up her night. It wasn’t a condition like they all said. To her, it was a disease. A disease she knew not how she had caught. A disease whose venom was slowly but constantly spreading through her body. It was flowing through her veins like bad blood. Only, it wasn’t being refined in her heart, it was being more toxic with every beat of her heart.
It annoyed her to be this way. What was the last thing that happened that had triggered this ‘D’ in her again? Traffic? A low chortle escaped her. How silly was that?
Yes. The Traffic. The old clothes. The idle hours. The buildings. The streets. The food. The walk. The waking up. Just everything under the sun was enough to increase her depression ten fold.
Hypocrisy some would call it.
Others? Plain dramatic.
After all, what did she not have at her beck and call? A house, a family, a pretty face, a decent brain too.
But the disease didn’t think like that of her. Apparently so. Or it would have never chosen her to be its victim.
Alright, maybe she was being a tad dramatic. But who decided that she mustn’t be?
She switched on the lights, and went to the bedside mirror. She stood tall in front of it and smiled, limply. And then she stepped in to take a closer look. What stared back at her amazed her, in a horrible way. When was the last time she’d seen herself? Morning? Yesterday? A year ago? She didn’t remember having dark circles. Wrinkles. Fat cheeks. Freckles. Oh the list was endless. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, a pair of cynical eyes flashed at her from the mirror. Mocking her. Challenging her. As if they knew what was buried deep in her heart at this very moment.
‘What now?’ They smirked. ‘Who will stand by you?’ They asked.
Her parents were her last resort. They wouldn’t understand. They never did understand anything about her. And they never forgot to remind her that every single day. ‘Why can’t you wake up? Why can’t you go for a walk in the morning? Why can’t do well? Why can’t you plan your future? Why can’t you take any interest? Are you even listening?’ And the dreaded, ‘I don’t even understand this girl. She has everything and behaves like this.’ There you go!
He? ‘You are bringing your problems home.’ he said, before he left. Hadn’t he also said he would never leave? A guttural laugh escaped her. Talk of hypocrisy.
‘Friends? Relatives? Ac-Acquaintances, maybe?’ the vile eyes cut in. Slashing her.
Her lips drew into a thin line when she remembered the famous—‘If you desire something deeply, the whole world would conspire in helping you to achieve it’— It was a lie!
Oh, how had she ended up in this mess in the first place? Her head pounded. She rubbed her temples, remembering it was she who had brought this upon her. One wrong decision. And she was paying for it with every minute of her life from then on. She had tried to correct it. She was trying to correct it. If only, if only she had some peace. Some vigor. Some life. But it was over. Her heart had lost. The vile eyes were winning. They knew her darkest desires and deepest fears. They knew everything about her. And they were right. The way things were going, she stood no chance. She knew every time she sat to do what she wanted to do, depression cut in. Second chances were a joke.
She closed her eyes.
And when she opened them, they were coal black with fire dancing in them, and a smile pasted on her lips, she told the mirror, “I’m not giving up!”
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