Genre: OCC, Angst
Summary: Edward feels alone in the world. Can he overcome his depression and loneliness or will he succumb to it? Slash.
Word Count: 498
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I am alone. I'm not sure how that can be whilst surrounded by people day in and day out. People who always want something from me, but do not want me. I'm invisible to them all. Days go by and they don't even realize that they haven't seen or heard from me. I can just disappear completely and no one will notice. Maybe that's what I'll do. Disappear. Then they'll not have to expend the energy to ignore me anymore. Maybe a fresh start is what I need right now. Just purge myself of all the life-sucking parasites in my life. Start over somewhere else where no one will know or judge me. No one will blame me for events I have no part in or tell lies about me for their own survival. I don't think that will even work. It will not matter where I go or with whom I associate. The result will be the same.
I will be alone, utterly and heartbreakingly alone.
Neglected and rejected, that is what I am right now. These people I am amidst go about their daily lives stressing over the little things like they are the end of the world. I have no world anymore. There is no one who is here to love me and tell me that everything will be all right. No one to wipe my tears. No one to embrace me and surround me with their love. Anyone who will love and comfort me is gone, dead for years now.
This black abyss I'm in is like quicksand sucking me under. I barely keep my head above water, and I feel that I cannot endure one more hurtful, insensitive action perpetrated against me. I'm simply unable to cope with this pain. This is it. The end is coming and I feel it like death's cold hand grasping for me in the dark. "No one will notice." I tell myself. All I have to do is take these pills and it will be over. I will no longer be a burden to anyone, not even myself, ever again. Pausing, I wonder if I'm wrong. Will someone miss me? Is there someone out there that will mourn my passing? No one has ever come to visit me at my apartment. I think all it would take is one person to exhibit some interest in my life. Someone to show me the tiniest amount of compassion and love.
I realize that there is no such person. I bring the pills up to my mouth and finally find the courage to end it all.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Turning my head to the door, the hope that I think is long dead springs to life in my chest.
"Edward? It's Jasper. Umm... from down the hall." He calls out through my locked door.
With a tiny smile I place the pills back in the bottle and rise to answer the door. Maybe that one person does exist after all.