Y/N a regular teenager well not really regular. To put it plain and simple Y/N is depressed Y/N's only goal in life is to die. But what happens when Y/N meets the love of their life will they still want to die I guess you'll have to find out. Triger...
This is basically me venting but as a book so have fun :) This is a x Depressed! Non-Binary Reader story I decided to write this in the e book because nobody really reads description so just read what the photo says and that explains everything. The reader also has social anxiety and more trauma because trauma! :D
TW: Bullying, Blood, Social Anxiety, Suicide, Self-Harm, And more! :D
I walked to the classroom looking at my map of the school. I was my first day at this school since they found out about my anxiety and depression again and they kept paying attention to me instead of teaching. As I walked down the hallway. I could feel everybody staring at me. I started to speed walk. I reach my class, but I froze when I placed my hand on the door. Thoughts swarmed my head what if they don't... like you what if they think your stupid... what if- I got snapped out of my thoughts the teacher calling my name. "Y/N," the teacher said in a very calm voice. "Y/N," the teacher repeated. "Class, it seems Y/N is a shy one," my new teacher said in a calming voice walking to the door.
I let go of the door handle. I froze I couldn't move. The teacher opened the door. I stood there clueless of what to do. I walked in with my mask in hand. "Class this is Y/N, Y/N introduce you're self to the class." "I-I-I'-M Y/-N" I said fiddling with my mask. "Y/N honey when you're done take a seat next to Michael. Michael, please raise your hand so Y/N can take a seat once their done," my teacher said in a calming tone. I saw a boy with light brown hair a foxy mask light skin and a foxy mask raise his hand. I dashed to the seat next to him. "Well then, I guess we should start the lesson we're about to start running late," said the teacher. "Oh Y/N I almost forgot My names Mrs. Ivy" said the teacher as she started writing on the board with a dry erase marker. "Mhm," I mumbled in response. I watched to teacher closely in case I got called on, but I hope wish I didn't." Y/N" Mrs. Ivy called but I couldn't hear her I was to busy thinking about... Him
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