Canadian Kisses

Reign.

That's me, I'm Reign Wesley. I'm supposedly meant to be the golden child, I'm meant to never let anyone down. I let myself down.

Depression. It's just one word but it can mean so much. I was born normal, just like anyone else, but I just didn't want to live. I remember the day my mother walked in on me cutting. The look of shock and disappointment slapped across her face. That was the day everything changed. The day I met Braylon Forrest. The Canadian player.

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"You have thirty days" he smiled playfully. His jaw playing with emotion, trying to find the right one.

I hate happy people, I hate how they're happier than me.

"Thirty days for what?" I reply bitterly. A guy like him shouldn't be this nice.

A guy like him is never nice. He's a player, a jerk, a womanizer. I hate guys like him.

"Thirty days" he repeated "You have thirty days with me. If I can make you somewhat happy, less depressed, less....suicidal, then I get to be your friend. If I don't succeed then I'll let you return to your" he paused for a moment searching for the right words "Life?"

I nod. I'm going to win.

I intend to win.

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WARNING:
If you aren't comfortable with depression then I suggest otherwise but other than that, continue :)