The Silent Scream [2nd Chapter]

The alarm clock rang, she couldn’t believe she was waking up again, waking up to face another one of her fucked up days.
She decided she had to be strong and got out of her bed, got dressed, did her hair and makeup, ate and went to school where she was received by people calling her names, making fun of her and pushing her around, just like everyday.
When she finally was able to run away from them she went to find Heather, it was nice to have someone like her, it reminded her that she wasn’t completely alone.
After a long, boring day of classes, hanging out with her fake friends, being mocked, pushed around and humiliated by her colleagues and once again misunderstood by her own boyfriend, she went home where she went straight to her room, putted her music as loud as she could and before she knew it, it was already getting dark outside, she went downstairs to dinner where once again she discussed to her mother so she went to her room again to run from all that was happening, she cried, she cried so much until there were no more tears to cry, it hurted so much and she couldn’t stand it, school was like hell and when she came home she couldn’t even have a decent normal conversation with her own mother, she couldn’t tell her what was going on with her life, she couldn’t share secrets with her like normal girls do, because everything was a motive for them to discuss, she wondered why her life was so screwed up, what had she done wrong?
She wanted to get rid of all that pain she kept inside so that she could move on, it was killing her slowly but painfully, she grabbed a knife and for the first time on her life she stopped thinking and just let her pain guide her and slit her wrist, it felt so good, it felt so right, seeing her own blood running down her harm made her forget about the pain she felt inside, some minutes went by, the blood had stopped pouring and she was just looking at what she had done to herself, somehow she felt guilty now, but it still helped her and made her feel better about everything that had happened to her that day.
She was starting to feel a little sleepy, there’s no doubt that it had been a tiring day, but now she felt a lot lighter, so before she went to bed she wrote one more entry on her diary which said:

The sunshine on my happiness,
Weaker than others,
Never as bright as it should be,
Never as right as it could be.
The darkness of depression,
Leaves a scolding impression,
Stronger than my sunshine,
Defeating the best thing that’s mine.
The darkness of my depression,
I can feel it reaching,
My very sunshine,
It is breaching.
The great darkness of depression,
The very best at deception,
It tricked me into thinking it was gone,
The mood change has just begun.
The darkness of depression,
Step one- Anger to hide my weakness,
Step two- All happy memories gone,
Step three- Sadness explodes out like a bomb.
The darkness of depression,
I do something to release the tension,
Physical pain now becomes the object,
Mental pain is part forgotten.
The darkness of depression,
It won the battle,
It does every single time,
Soon, happiness will be mine.

And with that written down, she went to sleep, she would have a long, tough day ahead of her the next morning.