"Darren honey can you take the garbage out?" His mother asked. He lifted himself off of the couch and easily lifted the black bag. He slipped out of the house and put the bag in the garbage bin. While doing this he caught sight of his neighbors kids laughing and going on about their hockey game.
He wondered what it felt like to feel happy, to have some sort of emotion.
He wanted to tell people that he was numb, that he was depressed, maybe they could figure out how to fix him, replace this numbness with happiness
But then he remembers, he has it all. A good family, friends, education, food, a house, he has everything anyone could want, he had no reason to feel like this but he couldn't help the fact that his mind destroyed those things, he cant help the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he's just never happy.
His mind was his own bully and it's doing a better job any bully could do....
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Depression
Short Story*TRIGGER WARNING* Darren Mercy is sad, well thats not the word for it; he's sad, but not sad. He's numb. He's asked himself why, thousands of times. He has everything. Friends, a great mom, to some people he has the perfect life. He looks for...