//Nadine's P.O.V //
There are alot of people in this world who think they have the worst life.
Alot think they have the best.
Then theres the ones in between,the ones who aren't completely happy,but they're not depressed either.
I like to start my story off as me in that last section. The ones in the middle.
What can I say?
My life wasn't perfect.
I had my regular routine.I was happy with it.It showed I was organized and independent. Things which you couldn't usually say about a nineteen year old girl.
I'd wake up at 6.30am.Shower,get dressed,and leave my apartment, (shared may I add) at exactly 7.30.
I would then walk to the bus station,which was about a five minute walk,and get my bus to right outside the building where I worked.
That always had me right on time,in the door at exactly 8.00am.
I'd then have my (usually stressed) boss come in and shout at me.
"Nadine,hurry up!"
I'd do my work,and then leave at exactly 4.30pm.
Then I'd take the same commute home, and be back in the apartment for 5.00pm.
Sounds pretty organized,right?
Well it was.
It worked perfectly.
And that's what was wrong.
It was too perfect.
Something was bound to go wrong sooner or later.
That's how suddenly,I found myself slipping into the lower scale of what we talked about earlier.
That's how suddenly,I found myself depressed.
I didn't realize it at first.I'm sure no-one does.You just think it's you getting used to it.
The dark thoughts come,you feel you're perfectly normal.
But the fact is you're not.
I think the time I realized I was depressed was when I first picked up the blade.
Sounds weird,but i felt myself sink deeper into the darkness when I had it figured.
So it lead to me using the blade.
Oops.
