Depression Knows My Name

Chapter 7

I've been in bed for two days. My family is starting to catch on that something might be wrong. I can only skip meals for so long before they start to notice. 

With my mother checking on me every couple hours, I feel like a mental patient. But it's like something has taken over me. I sense the presence of death. All I can do is lay here and stare at the walls. 

I have no energy to scroll through my phone or search for movies. Only enough the lay here and wait for a miracle of some sort. I get a call from my aunt. I place my phone on silent. She leaves a Voicemail.

 "Hey Diana, sweetie. Your mom let me know you weren't feeling well! She's worried about you honey. I just wanted to check in. Your uncle and I were calling to see if you wanted to go to a movie or something? Anyway, call me when you're up to it. Love you!"

Though my mom occasionally means well, our relationship is not the best. She can be very smothering. And information tends to spread fast when it's in her hands. I sigh before tucking my phone away under my pillow.

 I can hear my parents whispering in the hallway. "I think she's depressed again." "What does she have to be depressed about? We give her everything she could want!"

 A whisper argument breaks out. My mother tries to remedy the situation. "Lower your voice! Do you want her to hear us." 

 I tuck my face into my pillow and begin to cry silently. Eventually, I grow exhausted enough to fall asleep.