//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: I Need to be Honest With You // by applepiedash //------------------------------// The light from her phone screen lit up the dark room. 3AM. This was going to be yet another sleepless night. Applejack sighed as she put her phone down by her side; she stared into the darkness of her room for so long that she wasn’t sure if she had her eyes open any longer. This was becoming a regular occurrence. She would spend so much time over thinking that sleep was the last thing her mind would let her body do. No matter how much she tried to stop the tears, they continued to stream down her face. Applejack tried to keep herself quiet. She turned over and buried her head into her pillow to muffle the sounds of the crying. She didn’t want anyone to hear her, she wouldn’t be able to explain to her family why she was like this. They wouldn’t understand it anyway. Applejack continued to suffer in silence. She felt like she had to keep everything to herself because no one would understand what she was feeling, no one would believe her. Why would they when she seemed so happy all the time? Every time she thought about telling her friends she just pictured them laughing at her, saying that she was just doing it for attention and that she couldn’t possibly be suffering from depression when she was always in such a good mood. It hurt her to think of her friends in that way, but she couldn’t help it. Her mind made her overthink everything and even though a situation like that wasn’t going to happen, it was one of the many thoughts that filled her mind preventing her from sleeping. She sat up, wiped the tears from her eyes and picked up her phone again hoping that, somehow, someone knew that she needed help and had texted her to ask if she was okay. Nothing. Of course there was going to be nothing. How could anyone know she was sat in her room, crying her eyes out, in the dark, at 3am when she hadn’t even told anyone what she was going through? She chucked her phone across her room and cried into her pillow. She was getting worse, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it all in without losing it in front of someone. She needed someone to talk to, but that meant telling someone and she just didn’t know how. Applejack laid still on her back letting the tears slowly run down her face as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.