Hey! I'm back, and I've brought a new story with me. I don't know how well this will work out, but as long as it lasts, I'll run with it.

The cold winter air blew past, taking several leaves in it's embrace and blowing them about. Winter was upon us and had the city in it's grip. It was cold, very cold, outside. Your breath was visible in the chilly air, lakes and ponds had frozen over, and rain no longer fell; only sharp, pelting hail or sweetly delicate snow, if the weather was gracious.

To top it all off, the last of my family laid dead, in the cold, unforgiving ground. They had passed very recently, only a few days ago in fact. Their passing left me with a deep feeling of sorrow.

I... I was in midst of depression.

I sat now on a park bench, watching others enjoy their time with those in their company. It didn't bother me that they had someone when I did not, it especially didn't bother me that they didn't care of how I felt. Why would they? How could I expect them to know that I was upset with the world, and if they did know, what could they do about it? I sat contemplating my shallow mood, and low spirits. I wasn't proud of the human race as of now.

I got up, finally deciding what I should do about my state if affairs. A celebration was in order, not that my family had actually died, but of the fact that there was someone that stilled cared. A cake would need to be bought and emotions gathered. I would celebrate them on my birthday. My cake would be their cake, and we would share it as always. Dead or not, we are still family.

I walk silently to the bakery. I had to go this way regardless, to get home, so it didn't disturb me much to be here. As I walked inside the Bakery, a bell chimed, despite this no one addressed me. The store was mostly full so I pushed it off as that being to blame. I got in line behind a woman, holding a much younger child, I assumed it to be her son. She was babbling about on her phone, talking to someone about a party she was planning. She went on to talk about who would be there, and eventually it was her turn at the cashier. She took three minutes out of her busy day to put up her phone and communicate with another human being that was in the same room with her.

After she ordered it was my turn. I walked up, and greeted the cashier. He extended a greeting back and then I began to place my order. I had originally planned to get a very simple cake, but the cashier soon convinced me otherwise. After I had order an awfully elaborate cake, he handed me a ticket. He told me to be back in a few days and the cake would be ready. I left the store, and began my walk home.

I walk down two streets and make two turns and notice quickly that someone appears to be following me. I decide to test this, considering that it isn't nice to assume things about people. I circle a few buildings, drop into a few cafes, and buy random people coffee, before deciding that this person, is the same one every time and that nowhere I go, they seem to follow. I finally decide, rather stupidly, that they just so happen to be going the exact same indecisive way as I.

It's about sunset as I make it onto the street that holds my apartment. My follower is still there, despite my attempts to shake him he still remains. I stop in my tracks and turn to my pursuer, before I start jumping to conclusions. I've stopped short of my apartment, and they continue walking, almost into me, but stop short of standing right on top of me. They now stand an arms length away from me.

"Hello," They, he to be more precise, greets quickly. "You're probably wondering why I'm following you; I was wondering that a bit myself too. I couldn't help but notice you at the bakery and I decided that I wanted to talk to you, so I followed you, since I didn't know if it was normal to just walk up to someone on the street and say hello or if you actually had to have a pretense of talking to the person-"

I stop listening, and despite all my instincts telling me no, I shouldn't show him where I live, I walk up to my apartment, unlock the door, and promptly slam it in his face. I flop down on the couch and try to go to sleep. My follower is still outside, chatting up my door.

I have no choice in the matter and fall asleep listening to his chatter.

So this is that story. I decided, to get myself out of the slump I've been in (in terms of writing) that I would do this, something that I had planned to do for a while now. The first couple of chapters may seem a little rough around the edges but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Hopefully, considering how fleshed out the story already is, I won't have to much trouble writing.

Just a note, the official (or somewhat unofficial) name i came up with is 'In The Midst Of Depression Redux' simply to set it apart from the first.

PS: I also really don't understand the new search system