As I sit in the room, I can't help stare at the clock. The second-hand seems to move slower now that I'm watching it, but I can't wait for this to be over. Having to have a psychiatrist for my depression is horrible, and doesn't even help. I told my friend, and it was a mistake. I should've took my own life when I could, now it's too late. She forced me to get a psychiatrist and keeps close watch over me just so I don't attempt suicide. I kept impulsively running my fingers through my medium-length, black hair. I was not perfect looking, I was not really all that strong, not that I was scrawny but I just didn't care for exercise. I was pale, and my eyes were just plain brown. I was just an average-looking guy. I was 6'1" and 175 pounds, but not all muscle, I most definitely did not have finely chiseled abs, but I wasn't fat. "Will you please pay attention?" Said my psychiatrist. "I'm sorry, but to be honest, you're extremely boring." "I'm sorry you feel that way." "Bull-" She cut me off. "Anyways, your session is over, go home." I got up, and barged out the door. I was so aggravated having to go to a psychiatrist. I was in deep thought when my phone rang. I picked up; "Hello?" I said. "I'm out front." My friend Tiana said. She always picks me up, she's the one who made me do this. "Okay." I said in sort of a depressive tone as I hung up the phone. I walked down the street and walked to her car. I got into the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt. I hated this car, mostly because I had to ride to my psychiatrist everyday in it! "Andrew!" She yelled at me. "What!?" I fired back. "You're clenching your fists again, calm down." I had an extreme problem with anger, and I knew that. But sometimes I can't control it, and go off in a violent rage. Somehow strength is my only attribute when I go off, and I cause pain to people around me. The fact was, I hated my life. I hated almost everything. How I am still alive. I don't know. The real question is, why does everyone think they can help me? ><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Hey all, new story. I got inspiration for this from a friend. I hope you all like it. It's a little different from my previous writings. I hope you all enjoyed the first part. Please leave feedback! Thank you!
I love it! But I think you should tell us why he tried to kill himself..it wasn't very clear. But I still love it!!!! Sooo
WOAH! You used the same names of a couple of characters in the story that I gave up on! What a coincidance.
You don't need to describe his height and weight so...directly. I mean those are more subtle details, that can be incorporated in some other way. I like it. Depression and shtuffz. Perhaps a bit of romance, hm, yes.
I described his height and weight to give a proportional description of what his build would look like.
Oh... No need to be sorry!!! I was just pointing out how cool it was that out of all the names in this world, we both chose Andrew and Tiana
I chose the name Andrew for a specific reason... He's a guy I look up to, and he is very encouraging, and the exact opposite of the main character. If that makes sense.
By the way Happiness_Sadness, this story is partially an idea formed from what you said on "Love and Loss."
I can't stand this car, this girl, this destination I call home. It's not home, it's a torture chamber just like most of the world. In my 21 years of life, I think I got tired of it at about 14. Back then I was confident, happy, easygoing. You'd haft to punch me to spark even a touch of anger. Now, if you yell at me I will probably attempt to murder you. I am not capable of love at this time, probably never will be. "We're home." She said as we pulled in her driveway. I didn't live in my own house, I was never that fortunate. Every time I've tried to get a job, I never succeeded so she took me in and took care of me. Which was nice, but I was still unhappy. I was dead inside, or at least half-dead. Apparently, people think they can bring me back to life. I don't think it's possible, and if it is, they are going to have to prove it. I have no faith in anyone. I'm alone in my state of mind. I feel isolated, and probably always will. Nothing ever seemed to make sense I guess. I just know I can't even get out of all the pain, just because I decided to tell a friend. She unlocked the front door and I stepped in. I did my normal routine. I grabbed some food out of the snack cabinet and ran upstairs. I ate alone, as always. "Andrew! Come down! There is someone here to see you!" Tiana sounded like my mother calling me to come downstairs. Who would come to see me? I have no friends, my family all abandoned me, and I certainly don't have a girlfriend. There is no one I could possibly think of to be here. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Here is your update! Leave feedback please! I appreciate all of it!