Depression (povídka)

Tak něco málo co jsem napsal já. Je to text, který jsem psal ve škole při jedný ne moc veselý hodině. Je docela hodně založenej na skutečnosti, ale vy, kterým jsem se o několika věcech nezmínil v tom asi nenajdete souvislost se mnou. To ale není důležitý. Je to napsaný anglicky (angličtinu mám proste radši) takže je dost možný, že tam bude hromada chyb, za což se omlouvám. Příjemné čtení;-)
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I'm sitting on a chair. Where am I? Nowhere. I can't see anything, I can't even see my chair. Am I on a chair? Or is it something else? It doesn't look like a chair. I'm getting nervous. My hands are shaking. The darkness around me is attacking me. Why? I haven't done anything wrong, have I? I don't like darkness. And it's laughting to me. And it's all around me. I wanna hide but I can't. I don't know where to go. I don't know how to stand up but I don't even know what am I sitting on. Something's moving. Is it a wind? Shall I follow it? I'd like to, but it might wants to hurt me. Everything is hurting me, why this wind shouldn's? It's gone. Was it my last chance to escape this bloody world? Will I stay here forever, suffer cause of this darkness? Will I die here helpless and all on myself? Will I even be able to die or will I be here forever, looking at nothing, hearing nothing, smelling nothing, thinking of nothing, just feeling all bad feelings? How do I even fell? Happy? No. Am I sad? I don't think so. Why am I here? For what reason? Is it a good reason? Am I here cause of someone else? Someone I like? Someone who needs my help? I'm not able to help anyone. I'm not even sure I like someone. But does someone like me? If he does, why did he put me here? Or is it a girl? Did I ruined her life? Or have I done anything bad to her? I can't remember. Actually I can't remember anything. Not even my name. Someone's coming. Does it wants to help me? Or scare me? Maybe it's here just to finish me. Shall I be killed? Do I even want it? What do I want? Peace? Blood? Death? Hate? Love? Yes. I want love. Want or need? And what is love? Is it a feeling? Or somekind of process? Is it nice or bad? Why do I want it? Love is cruel, isn't it? Does it help anyone? Not to me. Something's whispering. Run! Where? I'm looking around. I see nothing. Where shall I run then? My chair is gone. I'd like to sit down but i can't. I see a person. It's looking at me. It's a girl. A girl or a woman? I can see her eyes. I can't see the colour of her eyes. Looks like black. Why does she have a black eyes? She's crying. Why is she able to cry and I'm not even able to feel? She is just standing there and cryes? Why? Shall I go there? No? Why not? She needs my help. Or do I need her help? I want to call her but I can't talk. She's coming to me. I can see the face. I know the face. I know the girl. But I don't want to remember her. Why do I remember things I don't want to and why don't I remember the things I'd like to? And why is she here? Didn't she hurt me enought? She's too close now. I can smell her breath. It hurts. Where? I don't know.. I feel terrible pain. Why? What happened? What has she done to me? I'm falling down. Not on a ground. It's not there. I'm still falling. I can't feel, I can't think, I can't do anything. Nothings here. Am I here? No. Am I? No...

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dalsi depresivni

dalsi depresivni emo-povidka, ja vim co mel autor v hlave- zenskou Vyplazuju jazyk ale pekny, jsem oprasil svou "ingliš"