You didn’t know what day or hour it was, but it was dark outside the window. You liked night better than day. It was quieter, calmer. In the stillness, it was just a little less unbearable to exist, though the fatigue weighed on you like an anchor. It was as if all motivation and strength had been drained from you. Social expectations were an added burden when your mind and body had no energy left to comply.
Your mind drifted between emptiness and a chaotic loop of thoughts, like a broken record, a continuous cycle that left you drained. And then, that night, something felt different. You woke up feeling a strange presence, and as you turned, you noticed someone lying beside you. A pale figure with bandages on his arms, piercings on his ears, a dark tattoo on his neck, and deep bruises under his eyes from endless sleeplessness. Startled, you pushed him off your bed, and he landed on the floor with a quiet sigh.
"Why so cruel... I am your depression, after all. You could have been gentler…"
