Theydontunderstand Stories

My breathing got heavier tears started coming out of my eyes I started shaking. All my mind was set on is finding a place to hide. I was running down the street until I hit something and a arm snacked around my waist before I hit the cement. I looked up to a tall gorgeous guy with magical eyes looking down at me...

"Hi everyone." I spoke softly. "My name is Dakota and I have depression." Heads around the room nod, waiting for me to tell them some sob story as to how I got be this way, but the truth is, I don't have one. I just woke up one day and realized I didn't like myself.