Unknown [h.s.]

When I was born, I was the miracle baby. My mother has almost dies during the delivery of my older sister, I was lucky to live. When I finally popped out, everyone was elated that my mother and I survived, and that I was normal. That's what they thought at least. As I grew older I had this swell develop inside of me, a swell of sadness, a swell of darkness.
When I was born, I was the miracle baby. I was the one that everyone loved and cherished and the one that my older sibling hated because i took their attention from them. I was loved and well and happy.
As I grew older I was the popular girl. I was the one that everyone strived to be. that everyone wanted to know. I was smart and athletic and fun. But it's funny how everyone knew me, but no one KNEW me. They didn't know how I felt, they didn't know about this growing darkness that was slowly beginning to consume me. No one knew that behind that perfect girl, was a demon clawing to escape. DEPRESSION.
What will it take for me to get this demons to stop? Maybe a mysterious figure outside my home? I don't understand who this man is, but I want to know him.