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SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!

Omniscient pov

Amir signed leaving his classes he hated college and the only reason he was there so he could get his Psychology degree, no he wasn't becoming a therapist he did it because he has always liked to observe people and he could always tell what a person was thinking just by there body language.

Surely when it came to his friends he couldn't pick them for shit they always talked shit about him behind his back and he always forgave them.

Whether they jumped him, talked about his dead brother and anything else, he was just afraid of being lonely.

And with his degree he could actually tell between real friends or fake friends.

It works for real tho.

He only had 2 real friends, Mercedes and her nigga they grew up together they fought his battles when they were around.

Growing up he was the fat kid, and when he got to high school the bullying got worse so he started to starve himself he has a lot of mental problems too.

He knows he needs to see somebody I mean he's getting a Psychology degree he just doesn't care enough about himself No family does that to you.

His phone rang and he huffed he didn't wanna speak to anyone.

But it was Mercedes and she never asks him for anything so he answered.

"Hey."

She didn't reply but you could hear her breathing sounded distraught like she had been crying.

"Mir?" Her voice sound weak and scratched up.

"I'm on the way Baby girl." Amir sped out the parking lot in his SRT.

Amir preyed to god she wouldn't be dead when he got there, just like him Mercedes suffered mentally if more worse then him.

She'd been depressed since she was 9 years old and it hits her hard she don't talk about her feelings she can't it's another thing she got from her dad being diabetic don't make it any better.

She'll let her emotions build up until they finally come out leading to a psychotic break and then she'll go back to normal acting as if nothing had ever happened.

Sometimes she'll be happy because she finds a distraction and if anybody with depression knows the distractions don't last very long.

15 minutes later Amir pulled into the house and ran towards the door and opened it using his key, he walked in glass everywhere, bottles, sippy cups all kinds of shit just broken.

She finally snapped, "Uncle Mir?" A tiny voice snapped him out of his daze he looked under the kitchen table broken glass beside him.

Amir blended down towards the 2 3 years olds.

"Hey babies what happened?" He said in a gentle voice.

"We were fighting and mommy started to yelled and cry then she broke everything."

"Okay come on be careful around the glass."