ficsandfricks
Ryan lay down on his bed, once again staring at the off-white ceiling. He had done this countless times in the last year or so, thinking too much about life and his future. Speaking of future, Ryan didn't want any of that; he wanted to die. Thinking of the future made Ryan nervous, since he had no idea what he wanted to do after he graduated. He knew depression had gotten hold of him years ago, but he never told anybody, so Ryan fought the fight alone. Tried to anyway.
Ryden fic, tw.
(obvs i don't own any of these people and this story is made up)