Tobias's POV
I know that Tris could get in major trouble for me always sneaking into her room in the middle of the nights, but I can't stay away from her. Plus, there's no school for a week.
When I get up to the balcony I can see This looking at something in her hand. It's small and silver. A blade. I open the sliding door and take it from her hands. She looks up at me. I make my way back out to the balcony and throw the blade into the street. Going back in she has tears in her eyes.
"What we're you doing?" I ask. She looks down. I grab her shoulders and lead her to the bed, making her sit down.
"I was getting out my song book and it was there. I wasn't going to do anything. I'm happy you're here because I might had," she says. I believe her hand and I'm happy she told me the whole truth.
I stand up and take the book out from her dresser. I hand it to her. "Write down whatever your feeling. If you need to write about depression write about that. You need to write about anxiety, write about that." She takes the book from my hands and and grabs a pen.
Taking out my phone while she's writing I see that someone has texted her on her phone. "Hey, see ya tomorrow," it reads. Whatever.
Tris hands me her book. I raise a brow. "Are you sure you want me to read this?" She nods.
Depression is like when your young and think that there is a monster under your bed. Over time the monster seeps into your head and it's your thoughts. Sleepless nights and gloomy days follow. All you want is a escape from not the people around you, or whatever is going in on outside, but you want to escape yourself.
Anxiety is like someone is stepping on my chest and I'm struggling to breath. I'm constantly struggling to to stop over thinking the littlest of things and trying to get my heart beat to regulate.
Growing up you have this image of yourself for when you grow up. You might want to be a fairy or doctor; the more you grow the more that image fades away and you want one thing out if your life. It to be over.
Depression and anxiety together is like drowning. You have no tank that will offer you oxygen. You can't breath and all you want is to give up.
I put the book down and look at my beautiful girlfriend. "Thank you for letting me read that," I say. She shrugs. Pulling her to my chest her eyes start to water.
"Thank you for not leaving," she says.
"Never."
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