"Darren I'm leaving for work okay? Make sure you get yourself up on time and to school." My mom whispered through my door, she stood there and waited for a reply.
"Ummmgh," I groaned.
"Okay I'll see you later tonight, ill probably be later so fix yourself some dinner as well, love you." She whispered then pulled through my door.
I wasn't going to get up, there's no point.
Ill just be getting up to go through the day wanting to lie back down, to go back to sleep.
So what's the point?
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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...
