Save Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is my entry for AnarchyBlues's Bleeding Heart Contest.
Photo for cover image is found thru Google images, Pinterest site: Sad girls collection







It is raining outside and it's only a drizzle at the moment. I know it will become a raging storm in only a matter of hours. It is as if the weather is reflecting my current mood. I, Amy Hunter, am filled with depressed and suicide thoughts. There is a roar of thunder and a flash of lighting. It is sad that it's come to this. I need someone to stop me-- before it's too late, before I do something that I can't take back ever. The first and only person that pops in my head is Derek, my boyfriend. I take out my cellphone and push in his phone number. I press the select button and it calls him. 

"Please answer, please answer," I mumble. 

It goes to his voicemail. 

"Damn it," I shout. "Derek, it's me I need you to call me back."

I pause to try to think of my next words.

"It's urgent, babe, I really need you-- I've reached my limit."

I end the call and huddle in the corner of my room. My red hair falls on to my face. Tears flow like streams on to my face and I wonder how did it come to this. I was bullied as a child but that was only the start of the negativity. I sometimes felt like nothing so far has gone right in life. There were bright spots, of course but the negativity corrupted me. Right now is one of those times that the negativity has won. I need him and he didn't answer his damn phone. I throw my phone in anger. I hear a thud as it hits the floor. I think back to how I got here. 

From the moment I woke up it started out as a bad day. I just didn't want to wake up or get out of bed.  I should have drunk some coffee. I forgot to bring my purse, so I had to turn around and get it. I missed a turn and had to re-route myself. Just simple things like that for a person who suffers from depression is detrimental. You don't mean for things to get you down but they do in the end. I tried to act as though I was ok, but who was I kidding. I just focused on trying to get through my day and act as though nothing was wrong. It just took over-thinking and stress. I just slipped off of trying to be ok and I just couldn't take it anymore. 

It doesn't matter what cause me to be like this. All I know is that I'm at my breaking point. I want it all to end-- this pain I feel deep inside myself --I want it to go away. The rain is coming down harder and harder. The winds are picking up outside. The knife is in my hand before I know it. Tears spill out and I feel a storm of emotions within me. I bring the knife to my wrist. I try to bring it closer, to make a mark, or do some sort of damage. That's when I hear banging on my door. 

"Amy, please let me in," says a familiar and the most beautiful voice.

He throws himself at the door several times until it breaks open. He comes in and grabs the knife out of my hand. He throws it across the room and pulls me in a hug. He is completely wet from head to toe but I don't care.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't pick up."

"It's ok, you came just in time," I say, "I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Hun, it's not ok that you decided to act on how you are feeling right now," says Derek,"but it isn't your fault." 

"Then, whose fault is it?" I say as calmly as I can," because it feels like it's my fault."

"It's no one's fault," he says, "you are just in pain right now." "It will get better."

"It's hard to believe that," I say not convinced.

"I know it's hard to believe right now," he says, "but it will and can get better." "You just have to be patient."

"Patience isn't something I'm good with," I say.

"That's why you've got me, babe," he says smiling. 

"I know and thank you for being here for me," I say, "I know it can't be easy."

"It may not be easy but there is no place I rather be," he says and kisses me. "You don't need to thank me either, honey, because there is nothing I enjoy more than being with you."

That's what I love about him. He can make a bad situation better. He listens to me. He is there for me. So, I need to be strong, not just for me but for him. So it's time to get up, brush off the day, and live.

I decide it time to get up from my little corner of misery as well. It late in the day, so, there is no point of leaving my room. I'm slightly hungry but I will fix that in the morning. It's too late now to worry about. I'm too tired now to think anyway of what I would like to eat or anything else for that matter. At first, I try to get up on my own but I am overwhelmed by dizziness. It's either from the lack of eating for some hours or most likely from getting up too quick.

"Are you ok," he asks out of concern.

"Yeah, I was trying to get up," I say, "but I think I got up too quickly."

 He gives me a look of concern that I am very familiar with.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you even more," I say in a sad tone of voice. "I thought I could get up on my own. . . I just forgot that you shouldn't get up too fast or a wave of dizziness happens."

"How about this time you let me help you up," he says, "just in case."

"Ok," I say, "only because I really want to get up and I don't feel like crawling myself to my bed."

Part of me is joking about crawling to my bed but at the same time I'm not kidding. I feel tired from just the day I've went through. He helps me up and leads me to my bed. Suddenly, there is another flash of lighting and a clap of thunder. I feel myself jump from fright. Derek pulls me in for a hug trying to comfort me.

"Almost there, babe," he says in a soothing voice,"let's hope you can fall asleep soon." "Sleep is what you need right now."

"I hope so too," I say sleepily, "if that storm gets any worse. . ."

"I know, I know you won't be able to sleep," he says, "don't worry I'm here for you."

"I know," I say smiling.

We make it to my bed and cuddle. It's the best place in the world to me. I find myself slipping off to sleep. 

I wake up the next morning and push the curtains and blinds out of the way. I see a beautiful sight of a rainbow. Another day. Another try. I look back at my wonderful boyfriend and smile. I climb back in bed and just wait for him to wake up. 


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Submitted: February 12, 2017

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Good beginning, I look forward to when you complete it.

Sun, February 12th, 2017 6:08am


Thank you for the read and comment.

Thu, November 9th, 2017 8:09pm


Your story really did touch me. Depression makes everything 10X worst, and I could feel her reach her breaking point. Nicely done.

Wed, March 15th, 2017 10:08pm


Thanks, I'm really happy you read and commented on my short story. Depression does make things worse, I know because I suffer from it (I haven't not been diagnosed by a professional). I like to take my own emotions and put them into a story.

Wed, March 15th, 2017 11:15pm


depression, and most mental illnesses, are always misunderstood or misdiagnosed by your common person. I know it's only the start, but I like what you're doing with this story. Especially from a first person's perspective

Sun, March 19th, 2017 5:49pm


Thank you for reading and commenting. I take my own emotions like depression and put them in to a story.

Mon, March 20th, 2017 9:12pm


This is a good window inside the mind of someone suffering from depression. I really liked it.

The characters are appealing and I think you could use them in a novel. "Derek and Amber go on a roadtrip to the grand canyon", or maybe something good.

Thu, May 11th, 2017 2:27pm


I'm glad you like my short story. I wrote it from my own experience of depression.

Thu, May 11th, 2017 9:47pm

Oleg Roschin

Very heartwarming story! Indeed, if anything can save us from depression, it's love. I really like the sincerity and the emotional flow of this story. My only criticism would be the length. The happy ending would have made an even larger impact if you focused more on the heroine's despair in the beginning - Derek arrives a bit too quickly to break the tension. Good work, Sylvermyst!

Fri, June 16th, 2017 4:32am


Thank you for the read and comment.

Thu, June 15th, 2017 10:00pm

Killer Clown

It is a really good story. the ending is a little too hopeful for my tastes, but otherwise I like it.

Sat, July 22nd, 2017 11:12am


I'm glad you like my story. I know the ending is too hopeful, but sometimes need to have good happy endings.

Sun, July 23rd, 2017 9:25pm


That was such a nice ending, it was so full of hope and strength for the future. It was so great to see the strength and support that her boyfriend brought to her. Derek was such a nice character; so sweet and caring. It's so sad that this girl is suffering from depression, and the emotions that she was going through were really built up well.
Derek's entrance seemed a little sudden in the story and a bit impractical. It didn't appear to be a lot of time between her calling him and him turning up, but unless he was already right around the corner it must've been a little while. Also wouldn't the door now be broken (and who sleeps with a broken door), and why didn't he just call back? It was a wonderful entrance and such an uplifting moment, but it was almost a little cliche with him turning up at just the right moment and heroically bashing the door down.
Tiny thing; you mention her name as Amy to begin with and then it changes to Amber. I admit though I didn't notice it the first time I read this.
I really liked the end; it was great to see the start of another day where things were that little bit better and had hope for staying strong. I think Derek's support was a great contrast to the pain this girl was going through; it makes them fit well as a couple. Even though this story has the pain of depression in it, it was still very sweet and hopeful for the future, which was great to see.

Sun, December 17th, 2017 10:55am


Thanks and I based the characters on real people. I will go back and check on the name. I may have been super tired while writing and just didn't notice. I'm glad that you felt that the characters where described well and fit together well as a couple. I may have been a little dramatic on his entrance and perhaps he speed when he got the message. Also maybe he didn't want to risk wrecking to call her if he did speed to her rescue. About the broken door I think maybe they didn't care about the door right then. It wasn't important at the time. I think it is a bit corny for him to break down the door and be her hero but at the same time very sweet. I'm glad that you enjoyed my story and I thank you for the read and comment.

Mon, December 18th, 2017 7:34pm

Ruprecht Guay

This is a well-written story; heartbreaking and heart-warming at some point. The transitions also weren't awkward; the story flowed out smoothly and was easy to read. I also liked the part at the end where you wrote "Another day. Another try." It kind of highlights what those with depression are going through each day.

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 11:42am


Thank you for the read and comment. I'm glad to know that you enjoyed my short story. I like that you understand that it's a story about depression and I'm going to quote you 'highlights what those with depression are going through each day' because that's a message I like this story to say. That it can be hard but you just have to take it one day at a time sometimes.

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 8:45pm

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