i haven’t written in a long time, and this is an idea i’ve had for a while.
i’m dedicating this drabble to @accidentally-a-writer because they’re going through some tough things right now and i want to try and help them feel just a little bit better by giving them something (sorry this is sad) :)
TW// implied depression and suicidal ideation
“Are you feeling any better today?”
Alexander’s head snapped up from the computer screen. His eyes met John’s which were laced with concern and some other emotion Alex couldn’t pin point.
“I asked if you’ve felt well today.”
Right. That was the question. No. He hadn’t felt well today. He hadn’t felt well in a long time. His brain never truly felt right anymore. What was the question..?
A hand landed on his shoulder and he jumped.
“Do you want me to stay with you?”
He shook his head. “No, go to class. I’ll be fine on my own.”
He wasn’t fine on his own. As soon as the dorm door closed behind John, Alexander felt a pit of dread settle deep in his gut. He looked back at his laptop and the blank Doc that was open.
He slammed it shut. He couldn’t do this today. It wasn’t right anymore. Nothing was truly right anymore.
It was cold. But he didn’t really feel the cold anymore. He never really felt anything anymore. Should he feel chilly right now?
He’s standing on a bridge, it’s above a large drop to rushing water. It’s probably cold.
His phone vibrates. He ignores it. His fingers are too cold to move anyway. He leans over the bridge. A fall from this hieght would probably kill him. Hm.
His phone vibrates. He starts and looks around. Oh.
He walks back to the dorm and is met with John’s concerned eyes once more.
And he’ll do it again tomorrow.