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Chapter Fifteen: Depression

[To all the girls that think you're fat because you're not a size zero, you're the beautiful one, its society who's ugly]
-Unknown

Depression is like an obsidian cage surrounding you, trapping in all sorrow, worry and anxiety in your life and blocking out the bright rays of happiness. Depression is like a silver dagger that never fails to plunge itself right into your heart where it hurts most, infecting you with that same sinking feeling every time until you begin to drown deeper under the sea of sadness. Depression is like a raging war against yourself - one you can never win with the end seeming so far away in the foggy distance that it's seeming to take a millennium to arrive.

Depression is like a cold gust of wind that suffocates you constantly and always succeeds in reminding you of your mistakes and worries. Depression is like a bottle of poison with no warning label. Depression is horrible, like a mist of confusion and sadness that follows you everywhere. And Calbee was trudging her way through it.

The next few weeks were a difficult time for the trio of friends. The nighttimes brought tears and a cloak of sadness that hung over the apartment relentlessly. The mornings brought silence and emotionless stares that left Fallon burdened with worry and Asher ridden with anger towards his ex-best-friend.

The outcome of Calbee and Sky's breakup was not pretty, and had seriously taken its toll on Calbee. After all, can you imagine not being able to hug the person you love anymore? All of a sudden and with no warning? And on top of that, Calbee's HPD was also adding to the stress, causing her to lapse into concrete-hard depression.

She was struggling and her days were becoming more and more tedious with her huddled away in her room, ignoring the pleading voices of her best friends outside the door. It pained her to worry them, but she couldn't bring herself to do something about it. She felt all alone in the vast world, even when she was surrounded by millions of people.

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Fallon leaned her head on her knees, tilting herself back onto the sofa forlornly and exhaling. She was curled in a sad, little ball, her left side against the back of the sofa and her front gazing out the window. The footsteps of someone behind her alerted her, but she didn't bother to turn around.

"Don't tell me Calbee's depression has got to you too, Fallon, I can't handle double the ghostly glances and blank expressions."

Fallon felt the sofa sink beneath Asher weight, "No," she mumbled.

"It's gotten to the point where I wish she would thrash around and scream and be angry all the time rather than this shell of a human she is right now."

Without a reply, Fallon mentally agreed, feeling the gaping hole in her chest deepen further. Her first ever friend now seemed to be a completely different person. She didn't look like she had any emotion other than sadness or depression.

Fallon felt tears at the back of her eyes. It was as if this was all her fault. Calbee's life had been perfect before she arrived, and now she was here? It was all falling apart. It was all her fault. Calbee had welcomed her with open arms and a wide grin, and Fallon had repayed her with a horrible break up. Hardly a fair transaction.

Before she could blink, the tears were silently escaping her eyes, streaming down her cheeks which were already stained with years of despair. She felt Asher sharply inhale next to her, as if he didn't know what to do, before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to him, muttering soothing words in her ear.

"It's okay," he murmured softly, "Our happy, bubbly Calbee will be back in no time at all."

It turned out that 'no time at all' was way longer than he had expected. Three weeks had already passed and even at the end of those weeks, Calbee was only even worse, refusing to eat or drink or come out of her room. This didn't seem like depression, it seemed like torture.