Nobody Knows

PROLOGUE.

Its Autumn, the time leaves fall off branches finally realizing that their existence is worthless. Like me- except I'm still alive.

At least leaves are pretty, covering every inch of ground in orange, yellow and red. Me? I just stand here taking up space with my black clothing that looks like it came from a dustbin.

Autumn and I have nothing in common, except that both of are related to death. I'm such a joke.

"You're not a joke. Stop telling yourself that." Dan pesters, kicking the dead leaves scattered on the ground. My dad decided it was a nice day and forced me to take a walk, 'or something. Just go outside' he said.

"Says you. You know how people say, it doesnt matter what others think about you, only what you think about yourself? Yeah..." I put my hands in my pocket and look up at the tall, naked trees.

"Haha. I think that was meant for negative things only." Dan jabs my ribs a little to hard.

"Is this not negative, I ask you, Danny?." I say with a posh British accent that is too racist. Or maybe not.

"Lets talk about something else." He mutters, sitting down on a horribly deformed stone bench. He sinks into it and looks at me, his eyes telling me to sit down beside him. I do as I was motioned, first checking if the bench was wobbly or not.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks as I sit down. I glare at him and pull a face that makes him laugh. He has a nice laugh... well, he has a nice everything.

"Go ahead." I murmur, tracing patterns on my black jeans.

"What does depression, well, being suicidal, feel?"

I look at him, his eyes are glossy and sad,"It's like... being hit with a tsunami. Except it's only you, and it's in your mind. There's no way of getting rid of it."