"He doesn't have much time, it'd be best to just pull the plug." I heard a husky voice say. But I still hadn't understand what was going on. So I listened closely again. There was a faint whimper, "Can't we d-d-do something? Anything?" The sadden voice, pleaded and begged. It was a females voice, but who did it belong to? And why was she so sad? "Mrs. Emerson, I'm sorry to say we tried our best to bring him back. All we can do now is give you some time with him before we shut the system down." He paused, cleared his throat, then continued. "Would you like to say your final goodbyes to your son? We'll leave now." It was silence for a breif moment. Then suddenly, someone bursted into loud whimpers. I could imagine how heart broken this person was. But I still didn't understand why? Who's plug were they pulling? Why was Mrs. Emerson saying her final goodbyes to her son? Where were they? And why couldn't I see them, but just hear them? What was happening, nothing seemed to make sense. All I could hear next was, 'BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.' And then the sound faded away. The dark brightened, and light shined through. What was happening now? A warm feeling filled me, and I felt as if I was being lifted away somewhere. Where was I going? The light blinded me, and in matter of moments I awoke...

“we're all battling something, trying to fight our own demons. as time progresses we start to lose connection of people, we're too preoccupied by having to put the broken pieces together. but what we truly need is each other, because when someone understands what you're going through you know you're not alone, and it's easier to abolish whatever is destroying us when someone is there to support you.”

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.

ѕнe wαѕ αɴ αverαɢe ɢιrl; or ѕo yoυ тнoυɢнт. ѕcαrѕ were ѕcαттered over нer αrм, нιddeɴ вeɴeαтн тнe тнιɴ ғαвrιc oғ нer ѕleeveѕ. нe wαѕɴ'т ordιɴαry; coмpleтely ιɴvιѕιвle тo everyoɴe elѕe, eхcepт нer. α ɢнoѕт ιɴ вroαd dαylιɢнт, α мyѕтerιoυѕ yoυɴɢ мαɴ αт мιdɴιɢнт. jυѕт тwo loѕт ѕoυlѕ, ιɴ ɴeed oғ ʜᴇʟᴘ.