Before I present you the chapter:
I've been noticing a lack of motivation in our Pretty in Pink writer, veranae , and I fear she is depressed.
I would appreciate it if you showed her love and support. She's honestly an amazing 14 year old gal. She's also my main editor. Please, show her her kindness.Depression can really kill people. I have had 2 sucide attempts in my life.
I was puppeted and manipulated so much it drove me to suicide, and... lied to...
I've also been shunned my whole life as well for not having hearing loss.
I almost lost my best friends due to depresssion
Depression has lead to me to be cruel at times. Please, it's a serious issue that needs to be addressed.
If you want to talk to me, join weeb_2525's discord server or dm me on discord, DracoZeRayStan #6969. I'd love your support.
Don't let ya'll end up how Ray almost did!
Aiden's POV
I yawned awake, in my own bed. I felt a warm presence on my body. I presumed it my dog- wait a second-
Why am I in my own room?
I don't remember coming in here....I shrugged it off, thinking maybe Noah or Ray decided to come in here. Before I dozed off, I do indeed remember seeing that only myself, Norman, Noah, and Ray were awake. I sighed and blinked away the sunlight, and turned away from the sunlight.
"Geez mother alarm clock, before you shine your holiness upon me, let me sleep for a fuckin 5 mins"
I suddenly felt an arm wrap around my body, tensing me up. I felt a head snuggling up to my neck. Whoever it is, he or she is definitely shorter than me. I am 6 foot 2 after all. Best guess would be around 5 foot 9 or 10.
Exactly Norman's height
Hold up...
Could that mean...
NO, NO, there's no way he is sleeping right besides you... he must have his own bed am I right?
Oh well, only one way to find out.
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking and getting to know my surroundings... and I legit just confirmed my worst fears: Norman was indeed right besides me, snuggled up to me! I immediately squealed, hiding my extremely red face. But again... I checked the time and saw it was 7:09 AM.
I didn't feel like getting out of bed, so I decided to rub relaxing circles on Norman's back. I wrapped my hands slowly yet firmly around Norman's back, pulling myself closer to him. I kinda needed him, after a devastating nightmare I had that night.
I was walking along a creepy path, like it was halloween themed. I thought to myself, is it halloween or some shit? I suddenly felt chills running upon my back. An odd gut feeling, as you would call it.
I couldn't help but feel alert. More nervous than my usual confident self. I wasn't unsure why I am walking upon this path at 3 AM at night. It was a gut feeling you can say. And, I don't always do that. Suddenly, the scene changed to four years earlier; when I was only 11.
The night Alex burned alive and perished from the world. But, it was during the day. I could feel his strong hand upon my shoulder, saying,
"Aiden, it'll be okay, I may be depressed, but not that depressed. If you see anyone, even a stranger or someone that you hate, convince them with all your might. They ain't worth death. It can be a serial killer, it can be a poor fella. Life has amazing things in store."
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The Art of Love (TPN High School AU)
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