A lover named Death

A Story by Kezia

Story about suicide and how depression effects the brain over time. Trigger warning to those with mental health issues.

A young girl. She had a clandestine romance with death itself. She was morose and demure to everyone that knew her- or knew of her. To society she was an aberration; a freak. Although that's not how death saw her. Death held on to her and whispered is her ear how much he simply cannot wait for them to be together. Her head would ache and her hands would shake. The abhorred girl's warm heart grew cold and the bags under her eyes were too heavy to carry any longer. Everyday a struggle that grew worse and worse. To try and not succeed. To scream and not make a sound. To blink and have a dream.
It was not long before death became elated to be with his love.