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People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is a constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to life. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again.
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This story will touch on the subject of "depression", "suicide", and "loss". While at the same time, it will have angels and demons inside it. The "mystery" surrounding Mr. Fiction. The attempt of finding one's true self and identity. The reveal of the past may forever alter the future.
This author could only hope you will sit tight and enjoy the ride.
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Mr Fiction Chapter 1
C H A P T E R 1 : D E P A R TBut she was not around, and that is the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going into every fight with backup; you are going into every fight alone. Mitch Albom~J U L I E S T. M A T T H E W S“He killed himself,”says the girl sitting in front of me in a flat, emotionless voice. It’s quite odd in one way and cruel in the other how she speaks with almost no emotion while talking about her late father. But people deal with grief in varied ways; perhaps that's how she tries to escape the pain and agony of losing someone.I scribble some words in my journa
Mr Fiction Chapter 2
C H A P T E R 2 : T H E B L U E E N V E L O P E~Being depressed is like falling into a black hole that you can not climb out of. Depression is a wound that never heals. A wound in the back of your mind that can’t be touched because it hurts too much. It’s always there and never goes away. Constant pain, a constant reminder. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and you will lose on both fronts if you give it a chance.Depression is a serious thing but you’re not entirely hopeless. There is hope, there’s a chance to win the battle. You can’t win a battle, let alone a war, on your own, this is precisely why you need your family and friends to help you in a lifelong fight to keep you from sinking. Reach out to others to help you get out of the black hole. You may not be
Mr Fiction Chapter 3
C H A P T E R 3 : T H E L E T T E RA year later.His name is Toby Sanders. A twenty-five-year-old guy, a successful horror novelist went missing. Everyone thought he was doing his usual research, finding mysteries for his upcoming book.Sadly, it is not the case at all as he turned up dead the next day in the lake one hundred miles outside the city. He suffered two stabs on the back before he was drowned.Believing his story is interesting enough to be written, I run around doing my usual research about his life.I park my car on the side of the road and kill the engine. In front of me is the orphanage where Toby used to live.The headmistress, Sister Cecilia, finally agreed to the interview.At first, she was reluctant to share any details. The latest news about Toby’s tragic death has cause
Mr Fiction Chapter 4
C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E TThe people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before.—Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter~“That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.”I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.Manners are important in our family, so I know I should be more polite, but I can’t help but s
Mr Fiction Chapter 5
C H A P T E R 5 : M R F I C T I O NHuman memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase, by incorporating extraneous features.—Primo Levi~No matter how hard I tried, I could not find it. The frame is still empty, and the picture is gone. I bring the cup of tea close to my lips and take a sip.What happened lately is beyond explanation. I cannot tell whether someone is trying to prank me or I simply am unlucky.I pick up the phone and force myself to call my mom. I know that I’m not adopted, but I just want to make sure. I want to have no doubt in my mind that I’m truly my parents’ child. It takes quite a while be
Mr Fiction Chapter 6
C H A P T E R 6 : A U R E V O I R The truth is rarely pure and never simple. — Oscar Wilde ~ “Who is this?” I grip the phone as though my life depends on it, on the words the man will say next. The man chuckles. “You have been seeking answers.” There is a momentary pause before he continues, “one bit of advice, my love, if you are not ready for the answers you are about to hear, you better not raise the questions. Au revoir mona mi.” Just as fast as the call came, it ends, leaving me staring at my phone, confused. What the hell was that? My hand shakes uncontrollably. I
Mr Fiction Chapter 7
C H A P T E R 7 : M A S K E D T R U T H No mask like open truth to cover lies, as to go naked is the best disguise. William Congreve. ~ It was around two in the afternoon when I arrived at the orphanage. This time, I did not bring my tape recorder or notebook with me. I came alone solely to obtain answers. The nun who opened the door gives me a curious look. She must have heard about my impertinence the last time I visited with Sister Cecilia. “Hi, good afternoon,” I give her my brightest smile, one that assures her I won’t bite. “Good afternoon. Can I help you?” The nun returns the smile, though I can see the wariness in her eyes. She looks lik
Mr Fiction Chapter 8
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