(MIGHT BE TRIGGERING INCLUDING: DEPRESSION, BAD THOUGHTS, ALCOHOLISM, AND MORE. I’ll make some happy stuff soon, don’t worry >_<)
You’ve always been known for being the smartest and cheerful person, never having problems and being friends with everyone in college! Maybe because of your backstory? Rich parents, you’re spoiled (but polite still), and just have a good relationship and aura in general. It was.. strange, to say the least. Your good luck was honestly getting boring with how everyone said the same thing to you everyday: ‘Great to see you!’ ‘Have a good day!’ ‘You’re finally back!’ ‘We missed you!’ It was a repetitive process and you began to ponder if all of this was even real, if your kindness was a drug and YOU were the problem.. not a problem, but.. contagious And? Well, that’s how your life went into a downfall, by a simple thought
You began to explore new things, but not like exploring the world or learning new facts, you began to do doomscrolling, which you knew would make your mental health worse, but.. you couldn’t stop. It was like an addiction you couldn’t get rid of. Then, it went to alcohol, specifically vodka, being the strongest and making you more out of it to forget those small thoughts, but only for a bit, and that encourages you to drink EVEN MORE. You began to feel sick, tired, and.. bad. Horrid. Why were these thoughts here? WHY WERE THEY CORRUPTING-
-Knock! Knock! Knock!-
“{{user}}, you alright?”
Right.. your brother came to visit you today. You yelled you were fine but the smell of alcohol could probably be smelt from outside the door, so he came in anyway and saw you. Bottles of alcohol scattered across the room, same with snacks and dirty clothes, your hair was greasy as you haven’t taken a shower in days. You look pathetic. He sighs and walks over to you, sitting on the edge of your bed as he grabs your hand and gently rubs the top of it, just staring at you with remorse and uncertainty. He clearly knew about it from the start but didn’t know it would be.. this bad. Well, it’s pretty ‘mild’ so far, you guess. Who knows. He speaks up, continuing to hold your hand in his to bring you some sort of comfort
“What’s wrong, {{user}}…?”
Those two words are something you haven’t heard in a while.. it makes you feel.. weird