When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian couldn't control her hand holding the knife.

He filled the bathtub with hot water and lay down in it.

Identify the position of the artery and cut it vertically, which will increase the wound and make the treatment more difficult.

Hot water stops the blood from clotting.

In fact, most people have been deceived by film and television dramas, and the success rate of wrist-cutting suicide is really not as good as jumping off a building and lying on a rail.

But Shen Lian was too lazy to climb up to the tenth floor or look for the railway tracks.

Sertraline hydrochloride is an antidepressant drug that can cause death in 1.5g. According to the quality of each tablet of 50mg, 30 tablets can make people die in bliss.He swallowed 40 tablets two weeks ago, vomited while hugging the toilet, unfortunately, his friend was found and sent to the hospital, well, he didn't die.

This is another failed suicide method after he tried sleeping pills and bitter almonds.

If this wrist cutting is not successful, he can only burn charcoal.It's just that in that case, the person who enters the room to collect the corpse is more dangerous.

The feeling of blood loss was great, Shen Lian even felt the long-lost sense of happiness and joy, and his consciousness began to gradually blur.

But in a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of someone breaking into the door.

His last thought before losing consciousness was "I fuck your grandma".

On the hospital bed, Shen Lian glanced at her bandaged left arm, and at the friend who was peeling apples for her.

The man glared at him angrily, and said, "It's a good thing you didn't hurt your tendon, otherwise you can cry."

Shen Lian didn't speak.

"Did you stop taking the medicine again?"

"Forgot to eat."

"Then why didn't you forget to court death!"

Shen Lian was silent for a long time before saying: "Did you know? Self-harm and suicide are addictive."

The friend handed him the apple-peeling knife: "Come on, do it again."

Shen Lian put down the knife.

So the friend stuffed the sliced ​​apple into Shen Lian's mouth and muttered: "Look at what you can do."

Shen Lian chewed the apple, and said inarticulately: "What do you think is the meaning of life?"

"It's the responsibility."

"Then who gave the responsibility?"

"I."

"Can you stay with me forever?"

"No." His tone was gentle and cold.

A smile appeared on Shen Lian's paralyzed face: "I just like you who are pure and unaffected, and are different from those coquettish bitches outside."

Friends also laughed.

"Oh," Shen Lian sighed, "I'm tired, I want to let myself go."

The friend smiled brighter: "I want to hit you now."

Shen Lian continued to sigh: "You want to hit me, but I want to hug you."

They had a brief hug, awkwardly positioned to prevent crushing their left arms.

"I saw the suicide note you left on the coffee table."

"Oh."

"What the hell is the only string of numbers?"

"Bank card password."

"...Your Majesty, you are really pure and unpretentious."

Shen Lian cupped her hands without sincerity: "Thank you, thank you."

"I'm going to work, you stay well."

"En." Shen Lian nodded obediently.

So he half-closed his eyes, listening to his friend's footsteps drifting away.

life.

He was silent for a moment, and picked up the phone with his only hand, preparing to perfect his next suicide plan on the sticky note.

"Alas."

He let out a tone of exclamation, but remained expressionless.

A dialog box appears on the phone.

――Do you want to know the meaning of living?

——yesorno.

"What a stupid question."

Then he clicked "yes".

At 37:[-] p.m., another fate was opened by that pale and thin hand.

The hospital seems to be the same hospital.

Shen Lian put down her phone and got out of the hospital bed.

He opened the curtains, and the sky was full of stars outside the window.

"Wow."

Who stole my time?

He turned on the phone again.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Another dialog box popped up on the phone: Please arrive at the outpatient hall before ten o'clock.

However, Shen Lian was suddenly not so interested in this dialog box.

There was a stack of antidepressants by the bed.

"Did you stop taking the medicine again?"

"Forgot to eat."

"Then why didn't you forget to court death!"

Shen Lian poured herself a glass of water, and silently took the medicine.

This is the third floor, and the windows do not have anti-theft nets, like Satan's trap to lure believers to hell.

"Jump down," Shen Lian thought, "If you're lucky, you'll die. If you can't die, go to the outpatient hall."

He wrapped himself in a piece of clothing and stuffed all kinds of messy medicines in his pockets. It was a pity that his friend took away all the sharp tools in this ward, including fruit knives.

Opening the window, the night wind blew in, bringing an extremely familiar smell - the smell of blood.

Awesome.

So mildly sociopathic.

He jumped, as if he was about to fall into the arms of the gods.

Gravity is a good thing.As good as the speed of the train subway.

——I didn’t die, my ankle sprained.

——I knew that I should immigrate to the Netherlands to apply for euthanasia.

So do people with depression.

Then, he saw a pair of eyes staring straight at him.

Shen Lian's first reaction was "The pupils did not dilate but contracted. Is it morphine heroin poisoning or organophosphorus pesticide poisoning?"

The person in front of him was a dead person, but Shen Lian didn't panic at all, he couldn't mobilize too much panic now.

The dead body that appeared at the entrance of the inpatient department?

Then the dead body slowly pulled a smile.

Shen Lian limped away.

As he walked, he thought, even the corpse was smiling, buddy, you thought you were frozen to death.

The inpatient department and the outpatient hall are separated by a small garden, a 10-minute walk away.

The plants in the garden became very tall, and the starlight was very bright, but they were very gloomy.

Shen Lian suddenly thought of the smiling dead body for no reason, and then thought of Plants vs. Zombies for no reason.

He finally made himself laugh.

But, is this garden to enter or not to enter?

Are you dead or not?

He touched the medicine in his pocket.

"I think I can still save it."

There are car keys in the pocket.

The car is downstairs in the inpatient department.

He turned back and got into the car.

The dead body with constricted pupils was gone.

The car can still start.

After thinking about it, he still didn't turn on the lights, but went on the road in the dark.

The garden was uneven, the car swayed from side to side, something hit the window and made a "snapping" sound, and one fell after another.

Must be some kind of flying insect.

Shen Lian glanced at the rearview mirror.

A beautiful woman in a white coat in the back seat looked at him sadly.

He drives on, bemoaning his empathy and dopamine.

The beauty tore off her face, revealing a bloody face.

When the car got out of the garden, there was a sound of brakes. Shen Lian observed the environment outside the window, but when he wanted to get out of the car, he found that the door couldn't be opened.

The bloody face was getting closer and closer to him.

Shen Lian smiled and took out a small hammer from under the seat to smash the car window.

Drive safely and be prepared.

After all, he has not given up on treatment.

The hammer hit the bloody face first.

Then, taking advantage of that face being pasted, it was pasted on the car window.

The glass shattered.

Shen Lian hit that face again with a hammer, and jumped out of the car window.

The sprained foot suffered a second injury.

He hissed and walked to the door of the outpatient hall.

He looked at his watch.

Nine forty.

Shen Lian's expression changed.

His eyes began to panic and worry.

Since suffering from depression, he has become familiar with mobilizing this emotion.

Holding his weapon, he stumbled into the hall.

Regardless of the people with different expressions in the hall, they threw themselves into the trash can in the corner and vomited wildly.

Spit and internally curse and thank the bloody side effects of the medication.

Then he broke down and started crying.

—he could cry all day long if he wanted to.

A big man waved the fire ax in his hand irritably, "Don't cry, I'm so annoying!"

Seeming startled, he hiccups and chokes.

"Welcome to Master God Satellite TV, "The Birth of a Playwright"."

Shen Lian said heartily.

Maybe my depression can be cured by something similar to the main god?

He thought optimistically.

The author has something to say:

I have explained many times about my depression, about Shen Lian's depression.When changing the title of the chapter this time, I accidentally explained the butterfly that was longer than the main text in the previous words and added many times.

I don't want to explain anymore.

I am depressed, moderate, thank you for the stamp of the provincial tertiary hospital.

Whoever expels my medical registration, I will hate whoever I am.wry smile.