If this was a Movie: Not a Simple Hetalia Fanfiction

Prologue : Her.

"She was depressed, and she's afraid."

Another meltdown, another depression. My work hasn't done, so I stayed in the classroom.

The others were in pairs and groups, chatting with one another, giggling and chuckling; but I was sitting quietly, all alone, sobbing and questioning my very existence.

Sometimes, the saddest thing is that you can't see tears when you're depressed, or you should say a not sorrowful misery. I looked at the packs, I've already used to that. So I bury myself in my work, ad infinitum.

Finally, the tiredness found me, as I often slept late at night. I looked around the laughter still here. Those smiles...they're irritating, like pins, straight into my heart. (But it's alright. I'm dead all the time...)

'Perhaps have a rest would be better...' I thought to myself. Escaping from them? Yes. Maybe I should space out myself by dreaming... so I decided to rest. I put on my earplugs, rested on the table, with my arms as my pillow. When I closed my eyes, the nightmares came into my mind. Once I found myself crouching in a dark room, with no one but unwanted sounds; I found myself being beaten into a pulp, with no one helping; and once I got myself in a maze of horror. Nightmares... isn't that bad?

As I dozed off on the table, the sounds of happiness faded away. I sensed a hand patting my shoulder. I opened my eyes, slowly waking up from the sleep.