Depression Short Stories

Daylight.

The sun was streaming in from outside but she couldn't bring herself to notice- or care even. A weight heavier than what she could be burdened with made her sink with a force into her mattress. Her eyes were wide open- staring. She observed without really seeing the wall in her view- covered with bright paintings from her childhood she couldn't bare to erase. Her heartbeat fluxuated like an animal moving from a steady walk into an agile run. Faster and faster. Chest hurting as her heart pounded. Her mind was running. Stumbling. It fell. Darkness entombing her in its never-ending depths. Her eyes stared- Lifeless. Hear heart pounded- Limitless. The sun streamed through the window- a beacon of hope transfixed on her small frame- but she was blinded and shrouded herself further in the depths of her blanket, unable to reach out of the numbness she was feeling. She couldn't get up. She couldn't get out of bed. She couldn't will herself to do that. Her day would be pointless- a void of negative emotions. She couldn't get out of bed; not even as the daylight faded into darkness yet again.