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Corbyn Besson Deppresion

This is requested by: ginnearebecca. Hope you enjoy!

Corbyn pov
Black. The colour of my soul. Death. Something I want to happen to me. Hate. Well, that's everyday for me. All these words resemble me. Apparently, I'm depressed but, I know I'm not. If I was, i would be crying right? Suddenly, there was a knock on my bedroom door, dragging me out of my thoughts. " Hey Corbyn, I got you something today." Jonah said smiling slightly. He walked over to my bed and sat next to me on it. He handed me a paper bag. I opened it and saw a bottle of pills. I took it out and read the label. Anti depressants. I looked up and glared at Jonah. "Really?!" I yelled angrily. "You need to take them, Corbyn. Your struggling with depression. You, me and the boys know." Jonah explained gently. I sighed sadly and hugged Jonah. He hugged me back. I started to cry into his shoulders. "How did this start?" Jonah asked still hugging me. "Hate from fans." I replied through tears. Jonah sighed angrily. We stopped hugging each other, and Jonah grabbed tge pill bottle. "Here, take two." Jonah told me giving me two pills. I did what he said. "These will help a lot." Jonah said smiling. "I'm not depressed." I muttered angrily. "I heard that." Jonah said sternly. I rolled my eyes. "I saw that." Jonah said, again. Sometimes Jonah really annoys me. Jonah leaves my room and I pull my knees up to my chest. I start to think about why people hate me. Then my door opened, again. I looked up to see Zach. "Hey Corbyn, wanna play Fortnite?" Zach asked. Fortnite! How could I forget that?! But, I don't want to play it now. I shook my head and Zach left.

Zach's pov
Thats so weird. Corbyn loves playing Fornite. I went to ask Jonah if he knows what's wrong with Corbyn. "Jonah, do you know what's wrong with Corbyn?" I asked walking into the kitchen where he was loading the dishwasher. "Oh, he's been getting a lot of hate so, that's led him to depression. I gasped from shock. "Is he going to be ok?" I asked worriedly. "Yeah, he has anti depressants." He replied. I nodded and walked off into the living room. "Guys, Corbyn's depressed, Jonah's just told me." I explained. Jack and Daniel gasped. "Depressed?" Daniel asked. "Yeah, he keeps getting hate from fans." I explained. "Is he gonna be fine?" Jack asked worriedly. "He has anti depressants." I replied. They nodded and carried on playing Fortnite. I hope Corbyn can recover soon.

This was a request so I hope you enjoyed it. I'm sorry if it's not that good. Byeeeee.