Depression
Not every story ends happily.
Two stories. Somehow related.
P.O.V: Patrick
I am many things. I am Patrick S. I am a chicken. I may look like any other chicken you see, but I am different. I am smart. I am considerate. I am alone.
It was the end of winter when it hit me: What is the point of life? What can I do, that is not running around waking humans up? Is what I have been doing with my life enough? Will it ever be enough? For anyone? For anything? What is enough?
P.O.V: Michael
Hi. I'm Michael. But am I good enough to be Michael? I wasn't good enough for my parents. I wasn't good enough for Laura. But what's the point? I'm probably not good enough for anything or anyone! I have no point existing. I might as well leave.
P.O.V: Patrick
My farm is a part resort and I hate it. I hate it how people come to us and everyone will have to run away like cowardly chickens except me. The other chickens would laugh at me because I'm different and I'd laugh at them 'cause they're normal, all the same. I'd joke all about it but inside, I'm alone.
Today, this new human came to stay and when I first saw him, his face was emotionless. Why would someone looking this careless come to a farm resort looking this careless in the middle of the pretty countryside for a holiday? Whyever, I hope he isn't one of the naughty ones that run around trying to scare everyone.
. . .
I found out that this human's name was "Michael". How boring and unoriginal is that?? Did you know that Michael is the 4th most used names in the last 100 years? If you don't believe me, look it up!
P.O.V: Michael
Here I am. This is it. The last and best place I'll ever be. This place has got to be the best. I heard that the fried chickens are amazing here, they say it'll make you smarter. Will it make me smart enough to stop thinking about how bad I am? I know it's stupid of me, thinking all this "fib".
But what's the point? See? There's no point! So here I am. Wanting to leave.
P.O.V: Patrick
I hurried to write this: I had the weirdest dream last night! I was big, strong and running like the wind! And there was something on my back... no, someONE!! I turned around to see who it was. Michael! But this time his face was filled with pure joy and said, "Thank you, Patrick, I needed you!" Did you hear that? He needed me! I was wanted...
But then I woke up with a cluck! And realised that it was all a dream...none of that was true. It was just my mind teasing me. No one would ever need me. I wasn't enough.
P.O.V: Michael
goodbye...
