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...
His name is Krystle, and he lives with his uncle and two loving cousins when his parents die from the Single-Celled killer. It's a nasty parasite in unfiltered water that eats away at the brain. However, when he moved with his uncle at a young age, he didn't know his uncle. Never met him. Until the day he left, and he...