"Ashely seriously stop," I yelled out to her.
"No Darren seriously stop following me, I'm sorry." She yelled as she ran off.
And I followed her.
She lead me to a bridge, a bridge over looking busy lanes of traffic, a bridge on a way to the towns most famous ice cream shop.
And she climbed up onto the ledge.
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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...
