Loved Yet Depressed [COMPLETED]

10. Depressed

I dedicate this chapter for everyone out here in the world who is ever depressed.

Don't ever worry that you're alone, because you're not. I might not even know you by person, but I love you all by heart. I had someone I know who used to be depressed, and I can't imagine that happening to any of you guys. I'll try to help you out, because I don't want another person in my life gone.

I opened my eyes as I felt a soft blow on my cheek. I turned my head to the side to face a angelic face.

It was Nick.

I poked his cheek.

It was so smooth and soft. It was like a baby's bottom, but more beautiful.

I guided my hand towards his hair.

The silky threads. They were so soft. I wish I had hair like that.

I stared at his lips, until I had nothing else to do.

I poked them.

They were so soft, pump, and pink. They reminded me of plums. Everyone wanted a piece of it, even I would. In fact, I want to eat some plums right now.

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you too!" I responded.

"Want to go stay here for a little more? I'm so tired of staying at that castle. Especially since you left, I had no one to play with."

"Sorry..."

"No problem."

He grabbed me closer and started sniffing me.

What is wrong with guys sniffing girls all the time though? Like at least once everyday at high school, all the guys would sniff their girlfriends. I didn't sniff anyone, it's gross other than my mate.

As I looked at him from his face to feet, I noticed something on his arm. They looked like faded scars like when he was young he did it, most likely by the battles he had to fought.

'I don't think so.'

He'll tell me what it is!

'He won't.'

I'm his mate.

'A pathetic one that can't see that he-'

I blocked her. She was being a jerk. Thank god I didn't have any friends at school other than Luce.

Well, her actually name was Lucy. She had blond hair, but that didn't make her stupid. Well, in my eyes at least.

As I looked down at his arm again, the sleeve was higher put. As if it was tempting me to ask Nick what it was about. Was it a battle? Was it there crazy girlfriends? Was he tortured?

As I blurted out, "What's on your arm? Like what's it about?"

"I was fighting depression."

"What do you mean? I'm depressed, but it didn't mean anything to harm me!"

As he muttered something he spoke louder. "I was depressed."

"And?"

"I used to cut, okay! When you left me when we were younger, I had no friends still. Apparently no could know the Prince of the Werewolves was going to that school! And that's what made me have no friends, I was broken you know? Until I reached the age 16, all the girls started noticing me, and you know why? Because I was the freaking PIRNCE OF THE WEREWOLVES! I had no true friends after that. But before all that, when I was 13 I used to cut! I stopped when the girls were flowing."

"You never waited for your mate?" I asked.

Of course I was the mate.

"I never did! I never saw her! Sure I slept with many girls, but I was waiting for her to come to me! If she didn't want to come see me, it's okay! But nah, my parents made me host the Masquerade Ball!" Nick exclaimed.

"Bullshit. You're the jerk here. You should have just found me, your mate! Look around the freaking world. You're basically the King! But here you are acting like a dickhead! I couldn't look for you myself, because I was fighting something too. I only had 1 friend! But you just had a bunch of girls at you at all times! Did you get satisfied yet knowing you're basically a player?"

"I didn't think like it that way. I'm sorry." Nick whispered.

He walked away.

But just so you know, he was being a dick to me for not waiting.