A/n: I do not own. Please Review. Thanks for reading.
I walk in the house after a long day of roofing. Glancing into the living room, I see Two-Bit lounging on the couch, watching Mickey Mouse. Soda and Steve are playing poker, and Johnny and Pony are looking at some encyclopedia. Dally is who-knows-where. I sigh and walk into the kitchen to begin dinner. Before the question can even come out of my mouth, I hear Pony shout, "Yeah homework's done Dar." I nod. One less thing to worry about. "Awesome, little buddy. Thanks. One less thing I gotta think about." Even though I should be happy, I'm not. Because for these last few months I've been carrying around a secret. I have depression. When I began to suspect I did, the first thing I did was to go the library and get a book. A book that listed the symptoms of depression. The saddest part was: I couldn't go to the doctor or to their therapist cause it would show up on my medical records and get my little brothers taken away. I can't express it through self-harm cause the state would see and well, same ending. And no one in the gang really care enough to want to hear about my problems. Plus I have to be strong; Superman remember? By the time I'm through these depressing thoughts, dinner is ready. Announcing this fact to the gang, causes 5 pairs of feet to head to the dining room table. You'd think they hadn't eaten in weeks, when it had literally been less than an hour since they had a snack. By the time dinner's over, I hope someone notices that I didn't eat and ask why. Nobody does. Oh well.
*Later that night*
It's midnight now an everyone's asleep. Good. Turning on a dim light in my room, I take out a blue notebook, flip I open to a page and write a new entry. When I'm done, I place it under a green notebook. Only two other people besides me know about the existence of these notebooks. Oh well, time to go to bed. I flip off the light and roll over.