Sam is a private investigator. Normally she finds her job easy, mostly because she's usually hired by woman wanting to know if their husband is cheating. In most cases, they are. Her next investigation is something she never could of expected. Something she's not prepared to do, but they're willing to pay her half a million dollars. She has to prove that Larry Stylinson is real, without anyone knowing what she is doing.

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.