#2

Is it fair? That such a young woman should feel so much sadness?

Sadness and she are one; the feeling clings to her like the hands of a relentless ghost, pushing and pulling her in every direction.

She moves with the tide — there seems no other option.

Because feeling sad, she reasons, must be better than feeling nothing at all.

#1

Stepping outside into the brisk autumn, the harsh air whips her skin with a ferocity very much unlike her own.

Such a delicate creature, yet possessing so much ferocity that only her mental anguish could provoke.

For now, she is free. She can allow all the devastation, that holds her so tightly in its shackles, to spill forth. She could cry forever.

Such a happy girl, once. She wonders, amidst all the other awful thoughts that tumble around in her mind like a reckless and unforgiving storm, just when depression decided to make itself at home within her. Why did it choose her?

Midnight passed by long ago; golden lights inside windows of neighbouring houses are extinguishing one by one. Black silhouettes of eerie trees, painted against a backdrop of the deep blue and cloudless September sky, are now all she has to look at. Soon she will be surrounded by nothing but darkness. Apt. With an exhausted sigh, she somehow finds the strength to trudge back inside to her bed. Perhaps it will provide some refuge.