*this is not a true story :)*
Depression is often referred to as a 'silent killer'. To tell you the truth, it really isn't. If you know someone with depression, watch them. Watch the way the make their toast, the way the spread the butter or the jam, watch the way they brush their teeth. Watch the effort that they put in to the simple everyday activities of life. Pay attention to the way they respond to you, look at the body language. Observe everything. Now compare those actions to the ones you remember from when they were 8 or 11.
It's changed hasn't it?
Sometimes they don't have to tell you that they are fighting an invisible battle every singe day of their lives, you can just tell by the way the now tie their laces.
Depression should not be battled alone. If you are battling then please tell someone, if you know someone batting then please help them.
Depression is not a silent killer, you just have to watch.
Now this story is about my best friend, Samuel. He battled this so called 'silent battle'. If I could go back in time, I would open my goddamn eyes. I was too caught up in myself to step back and realise that something wasn't right.
If I could go back in time I would save Sam.
I would if I could.
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so I guess you could call this a prologue, its just a little starter before I get into the story.
Either way, I hope you all enjoyed
xx,
m.
YOU ARE READING
The Story of My Best Friend, Sam.
WerewolfAt a glance, Sam was like most other boys his age until one night in early March when all his family and friends worlds got flipped upside down. *trigger warning as will include depression, suicide/death, violence and sex*
