Hello my fellow writers. This is my depression. A few days ago I was painting a picture and it was sad looking so I thought to myself hey why not write a story about it. People just don't understand. You wear black and people think your emo or you are a devil worshiper but it's neither. It's something called depression. It comes and it goes sometimes leaving thoughts of suicide there or scars on your skin and sometimes it leaves nothing but a lifeless body, a shell, an exterior, a thing we refer to as death. The thoughts of suicide and the scars left on your skin shouldn't make you ashamed of yourself. They are there as a reminder of the battles you have faced and come back alive from. The act of killing yourself won't make it go away, it will follow you.The hurt and grief of leaving the people you love will follow you. The best treatment sometimes is running away to the dark, am I right? So in this story you will read is about a werewolf girl who has lost her way and is ready to give up. She has lost her parents and thinks no one will care if she goes missing. But she finds a guy who helps her. Is this the beginning of a romance?
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Depression
WerewolfThis is the introduction Read this and you will learn everything you need to know