Dysthymia ; h.s

nine

Harry and the Blonde boy widened their eyes.

"Girlfriend? Cmon man you've got to be kidding me." The blonde boy spoke up.

I'm about to speak until Zayn whispers. "Let's fool them."

I nodded. "Yes he's my boyfriend."

Harry looks like he's going to puke in a second. "Man you're only great at one night stand!" Harry says.

I widened my eyes. "No we're just joking." I say.

"Got you lady," Harry says, snapping.

"We almost got them!" Zayn laughs. "Have you seen Niall's face?"

They laughed altogether and there's just me, looking down, smiling.

"How did you two knew each other by the way?" Zayn asks, looking at me and Harry.

"Because of the cat." Harry says.

"Yes, the cat." I agree. "I should go home by now."

"I'll give you a ride if you want?" Zayn offers.

"No thanks. I'll be taking the bus." I say, smiling.

"Hey I'm coming with you." Harry speaks up.

"Okay then." I say looking at Harry then back at Zayn. "I'll see you in school later."

I walked around Zayn's house to find the exit door.

"The exit is right over here." Harry says, smirking. I followed him until we reached the door, and the bus stop.

A bus finally arrives. I walk towards the bus and Harry just stood there. "Aren't you going with me?" I ask Harry.

He half smiles. "That's my house," he says, pointing at the house with a paint of White. It's huge too. "The necklace fits on you perfectly though."

I blushed then he smirked again. "Take care." He says, making his way to his home.

--

"Hey Kendall who's the boy that visited you a while ago?" My mother asks.

"He's my friend, Zayn." I say, tucking a piece of hair onto my ear.

"I thought he was your boyfriend." She half smiles.

"Mom, I will never have a boyfriend. I want to be a nun." I snap and she shot me a death glare.

"I'm just joking mom." I say, laughing a bit. "I will have a boyfriend but not him."

Caitlyn nods. "Oh my baby girl."

"Mom I'm nineteen, I'm not a baby anymore stop calling me that!" I say, giggling.

"I'll just take a shower mom I love you." I say, climbing at the stairs to my room.

Just as I open the door, something was somehow missing. I miss the familiar smell of Swag. I really do miss Swag. I laid into my bed and let those random thoughts run into my mind, shutting my eyes closed.

Why do depression doesn't have any excuse? Like, it really don't have to have a reason to be depressed, but then there was just one thing that you'll realize, you're already scratching your wrists.