Once upon a time there lived a girl who had depression. Everyday she would get home from school and run upstairs straight to her bedroom. She always closes the door behind her. When she has closed the door she goes to lie on her bed and look at the picture of her cousin Jesse who died when she was at the age of seven. She was really close with her cousin so close that no one could tear them apart AND I mean no one. When she found out that he had passed away. She felt like a piece of her was ripped away from her heart. Up to today she remembers that day as if it was yesterday. She would always say to the picture of him "I wish you was here Jesse like so badly you don't even know how much I need you and miss you" but today she didn't instead of that she said "oh Jesse please help me with my depression please" when she said that she was crying her eyes out, if only there was a person that she could speak to other than a picture of her cousin. Wishing for a miracle to happen. Poor little girl that feels so alone
