It was a cyanide place to be. No one to save you, and no one to run and cry to. All he could do was hold his breath, and hope no one would try and 'cheer him up'. Because depression isn't the type of thing you could just 'push away' and instantly forget all those hideous voices crossing your mind and all those times you just wanted to curl up and die. So all he could do is watch the blood drip from his wrists and relive every death he had encountered of his friends and family. Until He came into the situation.All Rights Reserved