Help Me Understand

Shielding the barely light lighter from the wind of an open window, Michael liked the cool breeze. Finally getting it to light, he stuck a hand into an old shoe box, rummaging for a small barrette. Plucking it from the pile of junk, he opened it and held the it close to the lighter. Pants already down, he waited for the metal to shine with heat. Lifting his thumb, he tossed the lighter to the side, biting down lightly on his bottom lip. Michael was no stranger to pain. Inching his hand closer, the boy pressed the red hot hair accessory to his thigh with force, moaning in regret filled pain.
Everyone deals with depression in a different way, but no one should ever face it alone. Even with a hand full of friends and family that cares, find out what it's like to feel like you have no one to turn to as you follow a depressed teen through hell and back to find out who his true friends are.