[I think I did pretty well with these >.< I like what I came up with at least and that's what matters! ^-^]
3. "My king died for me, and now I carry his wearisome burdens."
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I entered my small apartment. Ever since he had died life has only become harder for me as I worked three jobs in order to maintain my bills, car, and food, while also trying to pay off debts. All were long, however, they paid decently enough for me to keep going back. I hated it. This new way of life I was forced to enter. However, I couldn't hate him, my king, as he was the one who had given me everything... Even his life. I locked the door and stumbled into the kitchen where I plopped myself into one of the two chairs which sat on opposite sides of the round table. My eyes wandered to the empty seat and I remembered all the good times we had. A flame started within me. Anger. I slammed a balled up fist onto the table, tears slipping from my eyes onto my cheeks. "God dammit Danny!! Why didn't you talk to me about your problems?!" I screamed into the still air, filling it with my negative feelings. It wasn't fair. Only three weeks ago he passed away, taken by the hands of a debt collector. Apparently had been diagnosed with Cancer and would go in to see how much it had progressed, yet he never tried the surgery. I slammed my fist onto the table a few more times, forming a gross bruise where my hand had met the table. Instead, I rested my head on the table, a headache starting to form. My eyes closed as more tears fell, and I let my arms lay beside my head. ''Danny... Please come back to me." I muttered to myself, silence filling the air once again. I accepted this was how it was going to be for the next year or so until I had paid off the debts and slipped into sleep with that thought on my mind.
2. Depression Notes from TV Tropes
My eyes fluttered open as I awoke from my restful slumber. I was greeted by a dark room in which not even moonlight shone through the curtains. I slowly sat up, a soft yawn escaping my lips. Tonight was the night. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, where they reached the fluffy carpeted floor. As I rose to my feet the comforter I had been sleeping with feel off my body, half on the bed and half on the ground. I didn't care to fix it. In fact, for the last month, I hadn't felt like doing anything. Not since my best friend passed away. Evan and I had been close since we first met in first grade. After that, we were always with each other and became like siblings. Tears slid down my cheeks as I remembered all the good time we had while I slowly opened my door, checking to make sure the coast was clear, before stepping out into the hallway. I hadn't even realized I was crying until a teardrop hit my arm. I'd become to use to it. I slipped my hand into my pocket as I crept into my parent's room, fetching a white piece of paper. I opened the note and placed it on the nightstand beside their bed, a small smile forming on my lips as I looked over them once more. I would miss them. I wish I could've done more for them, yet like usual I proved to be a failure. When did I start feeling like this? Like nothing mattered? I tried to think about it but I lost my concetration as I made my down the stairs. It was hard to focus on things when my mind was filled with so many other thoughts. All of them bad. I successfully reached the bottom floor and grabbed my jacket from the chair beside the door. I recalled all the times I ran in and out of this door, always so full or energy and happiness. "Times change..." I whispered to myself, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers. I had always been the adaptable type but that seemed to change after his death. I just couldn't accept it. I refused. Just the night before it happened we had promised to go see a movie tomorrow. There's no way he left me. No way. I stumbled out the door, closing it behind me and making my way down the sidewalk. As I did I thought about the week before his supposed accident. Everything was as it had always been. Peaceful, warm, happy. I soon found myself standing in front of the train tracks nearby, my eyes set on the other side. The bells rang and the board started to lower itself, and that's when I saw him. Standing on the other side of the tracks dressed in a white button up shirt and jeans. It was him. "Evan! I knew you weren't dead! Evan!!" I called out to him, stepping past the board just as it closed behind me. The train closed in as I walked onto the tracks, a large smile on my face as I walked towards my best friend. "Evan..." I felt the impact of a thousand cars hit me at once, then it was gone in the blink of an eye. I now stood on the riverbank, arms wrapped around my best friend. I knew he wasn't dead. Everything disappeared in a field of white and for the first time in a month I felt... peace. It was nice. I held onto that feeling and never let it go.
1. Widow + Predator
I sat in Starbucks, a coffee placed in front of me as I stared out the window. Dark clouds had covered the skies and rain poured from above, as thought the gods were still weeping over my husband. He had died two months ago on the road, swerving to avoid a deer on the moutainside. When they found him he had already been dead for a couple of hours, meaning he had died while the car was still rolling down the hill. It was rather sad back then but now... "Whatever." I muttered to myself, wrapping my fingers around the cup and raising it to my lips, taking a long drip from the straw. After he died I learned that he had been cheating on me with two others women, even had a son with one of them. There was no way I could feel sad for such a man after learning that. It helped me actually, because after I learned that news I seemed to stop giving a fuck. That didn't change anything though. I was still a widow. A widow who had been cheated on. Yay. I sighed softly as I placed my drink on the table, leaning back in my chair. The rain was calming. However my attention was caught by a man who sat at the same table as me, on the opposite side. Quirking a brow, I crossed my arms over my chest and looked him over. Dark black hair, ocean blue eyes, caramel skin, and muscles. "Do you need something?" I asked, my voice cold. The man chuckled, setting his drink down in front of him. He cracked a smile, showing his white teeth. "I'm Dustin. I was a good friend of your dead husband. I heard you had recovered quickly and became interested. It's the first time a women got over him leaving her so quickly." He responded, causing me to sigh in annoyance. I rested my hands in my lap and sat up straight. I told him about being cheated on, his son, and how it affected me ater hearing the news. Dustin didn't look surprised when I told him the first parts of the news however did seem to smile when he heard the last parts. From there we engaged in a long conversation, which soon left the topic of my ex husband. I soon found myself laughing with him and opening up a bit. It had been so long since I had a nice talk with someone. I had missed it. We left the Starbucks and headed to the park near his place, where we wouldn't disturb other people. It had stopped raining, which was nice, so everything smelled so fresh. After we got there though, things became a little weird after I finished telling him an embarrassing story about me and my friend. "Damn! Laura sounds awesome. Haha, that's just crazy." I chuckled, but stopped upon realization. I had never told him the name of my friend. I decided to confront him about this, suspicious. "How did you kknow her name was Laura? I never said her name..." I prodded, taking a step back from Dustin. We were the only ones here, which made me worried. Who was this guy? Dustin turned to me, his smile turning into a dark smirk. Fear ran down my spine and I stepped back more as we walked towards me. "I know everything about you, Karen. I've been watching you for a year, y'know. I love you, Karen. I have ever since I laid eyes on you. And now..." I turned to run, but Dustin grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. I dropped my drink and he tossed his to the side and I hit his body. He wrapped an arm around me and I struggled, trying to get free but he was too strong. "You belong to me." I felt a needle insert my neck and I felt the energy drain from my body, my eyesight becoming hazy. The last thing I saw was Dustins terrifying face before everything went black. I knew what had happened. I was been kidnapped by a stalker. I really did belong to him now.
