Many times when people ask "Why are you always so depressed?What happened?"I answer shortly.But,I probably should explain instead of leaving them wondering.And today is the day I will. When I was four,I wasn't exactly the most "normal". I never talked to anyone,I looked weird,and I got bullied a lot.One of those bullies was called Jack.Jack was the meanest,most horrible boy in the entire school.One day in recess,when I was sitting in a corner drawing in my notebook,he came up to me. "Oh wow,so the nark likes drawing,huh?"He said,snatching the notebook and pencil from my hands.I froze.He tore my notebook apart and snapped my pencil in half."Guess you have to do something better with your pathetic life then,huh?"He slammed the discarded notebook and pencil on the floor.Tears started streaming down my face,but I was still frozen.I didn't know how to react."Hey,leave the girl alone." a voice said in the distance.I looked up.I saw a boy from my class."Eh.Well if it isn’t Oliver Snow,Mr Perfect.What happens if I don’t,hm?What are you going to do about it if I don't?”Oliver looked unfazed.His ipad was in front of his face.I hear a beep as he presses something on it. “If you don’t leave it,I’ll show the teachers all of the things that you did to hurt her.” Jack freezes for a brief moment,before shaking his head to regain his momentum. “Tch.Whatever,dork.” he muttered,walking away. Oliver kneels down beside me. “Hey,you ok?” he asks.I don’t answer. “I’m….sorry he broke your stuff.I think I can manage to tape the notebook back together.And I’ll give you a pencil,if you want.And when you want to draw,you can use my notebook.”I wipe my eyes. “Really?”I said,looking up at him hopefully. “Sure,anything to help a friend out.”He smiles. A friend.I replay the words out in my head.Without thinking,I give him a tight squeeze,which he returns“...thank you.” From that day on, I would spend every break with Oliver. Two years passed,and we became best friends.But when I was 6, I had to move country,and move school. “Promise you won’t forget me,ok?” Oliver said ,giving me a tight hug. “I won’t,I promise.”I said. I hadn’t seen him for years after that. When the first year at my newer school(I changed school once again)had ended last year,the most recent year since I’d seen my best friend,I went to a mall with a group of friends from my previous school,to celebrate the start of summer. When I was in a shop looking at some plushies,I heard a voice enter the shop.A familiar voice,one that I’ve heard,but also sounds different. I turn around to see who it might be,and I see him.I see Oliver. I squeal and give him a hug.We used the next few days to catch up.I got to meet his stepmum,and I learned that he came to spain to visit her for the summer,but then afterwards he’d be moving to Israel with his mum and his older sister.Unfortunately,one day we had an argument.A really bad one.He’d stormed out of the room,and I just stood there,regretting every moment of it. On Christmas day,I had gone out shopping with my friend Tori (@Acidapple_Weirdcore) and we bumped into Oliver’s stepmum. She was crying a lot,and at that moment,I knew something was wrong. I had asked her what happened,and she told me that a shell bomb had fallen on Oliver’s house,and everyone that lived there was inside it.I asked her if everyone was okay,and she responded with something that shattered my heart to pieces: everyone di3d. After that,I’d gone into a state of depression that still lasts today. If you read all the way here,I want to thank you for caring,or at least for listening.I appreciate it.
I saw someone I care about share their story. They were brave. So I realised that I've got to stop hiding it too. I want to thank: My friends for making me laugh.I love them.My family for making me feel a bit happy again.I love them more.My pets for bringing me joy.I love them a lot. @Badnan-chillguy for absolutely everything. I love him most.
