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.

*not finished. but not finishing. so sorry*

Her mother is embarrassed of her. Her father doesn't care about her. The rest of her family thinks she's a bad influence on the little ones. Society thinks she's a freak. She gets bullied at school for what she wears and listening to the wrong kind of music. Out of all this her best friend still thinks she's perfect, inside and out. She wants to get away from all the judgmental eyes and she's knows the perfect way. Suicide. She'll never commit it and leave him to defend for himself even though he says he'll be fine. But once she gets pushed over the edge, she goes as far as faking her suicide, with the help of her best friend. Jess and Ronnie have finally escaped judgmental Ohio and eloped to Rhode Island. What will they discover with their new found freedom? *Revising* DO NOT READ THIS OMG THIS IS THE MOST DISGUSTING WRITING I HAVE EVER DONE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED