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[Kids Next Door Mission]

Operation: D.E.P.R.E.S.S.I.O.N.

Depression is

Easily

Pressing

Roughly on an operative

Especially in a

Serious

Situation

Involving

Our operative

Numbuh 6 

Numbuh 2: We're back again!

Jessie A: GAH! ::Still hanging on the ceiling::

Numbuh 2: -_- I still didn't call that A M Researcher. Must call him and ask him what sort of drug they gave Jessie.

Jessie A: Evil, I say! EVIL!!!!!

Numbuh 2: I better call him right now. She is acting too paranoid. Oh, the disclaimer. Jessie A doesn't own anything. She only owns Numbuh 6…and that's about it.

Chapter 1: Promise me…(part 1)

~*~*~*Numbuh 6's POV*~*~*~

"Hi, my name is Numbuh 6. And I am about to die." Numbuh 6's voice was heard as she was running and jumped in front of Numbuh 2. Six bullets went right into her, and she collapsed onto the ground. Red blood was oozing out of her body. The Kids Next Door members surrounded her. Her vision began to go…black.

"And it began all like this…" Numbuh 6's voice said.

It was a dark and stormy day. Rain was pounding heavily on the ground. Thunder rumbled loudly as lightning stuck across the neighborhood. Every now and then a few cars would ride by, splashing puddles in the streets. And at the Kids Next Door Tree House HQ, it was full of…activity.

Numbuh 1 was looking over some plans on how they should attack The Delightful Children From Down The Lane. Numbuh's 2 and 4 were playing multiplayer mode on Conkers Bad Fur Day. Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 5 were reading girly magazines. And I was sitting by a window, sadly. I stared into the rain, my helmet not on my head at all. Tinted redness surrounded my brown orbs. At least I think redness surrounded my eyes.

I could tell Numbuh 1 looked up from his plans to look in the direction of where I was sitting. It was because I heard him sigh. I had good hearing you know.

"Not again…" I heard Numbuh 1 mumbled. He walked over to where I was and placed a hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his hand made me get tingly. But by his touch I could tell he was filled with concern.

From the corner of my eye I saw Numbuh 5 looking up from her magazine. She looked over at Numbuh 1 and I and shook her head. Numbuh 5 knew what I had. And it was quite simple from the symptoms or signs that I have shown.

Sadness:

It was a few days ago when I was sitting on my bed, not quite happy at all. I remember I was looking at a photo album that I had always kept. I would always look back at it whenever I had felt down. But it seems if this time it didn't help…at all. I could sense Numbuh 5's presence in my room. But I just pretended I was in my room by myself as she watched me. You look down and never tell anyone about…Numbuh 5 will always appear to see what's up.

Loss of energy:

I would always feel tired. Never energized or anything. I would always want to sleep in, and never wake up. Whenever I would play my favorite video game, I end up falling asleep and lose on the game. Numbuh 5 noticed this a lot too.

Feelings of hopelessness or worthlessness:

I would always believe that I could never do anything right. Not one thing right at all. I just thought everyone was WAY better than me. So I never did anything but think I was just worthless. That I couldn't do one damn thing at all!

Loss of enjoyment from things that were once pleasurable:

I LOVED to play Vice City, Conkers Bad Fur Day, Enter The Matrix, Animal Crossing, and The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. But…it seems if the spark of that just disappeared. And I rarely watch wrestling. It was just last week when "Classy" Freddie Blassie had died at 85 years old. He lived from 1918 to 2003. I never really knew the guy…but I always feel sorrow for anyone.

Difficulty concentrating:

I had always had a hard time concentrating. I could never concentrate on a game or a book or any of my drawings. Messed up drawings of my old 'web comic' were in the garbage. I wish I had my original one's but of course some ignoramus or like my favorite word "dumbbell" had to lose the folder filled with about 30 comics that were hand drawn. But that was in sixth grade, plus they were stick people anyways.

Difficulty making decisions:

I could never make a good decision on anything. It was just like yesterday: "Hmm…should I play Enter The Matrix or Vice City. Vice City is where I can kill people, but so can Enter The Matrix!" Five minutes later… "I knew I should have played Vice City! I knew I should have! I cant even get through this friggin' part where you drive and get away from the cops and they pop out the windows and shoot at ya!"

Increased need for sleep: This situation happened the other day: "I'm going to bed you guys…night, night." I said as I slouched to my room. "Numbuh 6, it's only 3:30 in the afternoon!" Numbuh 2 said. "I know…but I'm just tired." I said as I continued to slouch to my room. I would sleep for countless hours…never kept track.

Insomnia or excessive sleep:

I was the only person to stay up late at night and probably wake up late in the afternoon. What I would do in the night? I would just stand on the deck that was connected to my bedroom. And what would I do…I'd just stare at the moon. Stare at it as if it were looking back at me.

Unexplained aches and pains:

I'd have these weird pains. I'm not sure what caused them either. I'd mostly think that they were cramps or something. But most of the time I ignored the pain.

Stomachache and digestive problems:

I'd only have stomachaches. And this was only happening during the few days. I hated it though. Just wanted to smack myself sometimes.

Headaches:

This was one of the most things I hated most. Headaches. It felt like I drank a bunch of beer and had some sort of hangover and get this massive headache. I would pound my head on the walls to see if it would go away. But it would just make things worse.

A change in appetite causing weight loss or gain:

Everyday I look in the mirror, I would see myself getting thinner and thinner. I would barely eat anything. I was getting worse and worse everyday.

The worst of all…thoughts of death or suicide or attempting suicide:

I would always think about death. Always. I would always wonder: "When would I die?" or "Where will I die at?" or "What age will I die at?". Those questions still go through my head. They will get answered soon. I could feel it. I would think of ways of attempting suicide, I just wanted this pain to go away. I didn't want to feel this way again. Every time I tried to kill myself, someone had to get in the way. Even in the dead of the night, someone would be in the way. They'd be watching, and waiting.

 "Numbuh 6, this is the fourth time this week you have been acting like this. Tell me what's wrong?" Numbuh 1 asked me, he wanted me to spill my heart through a pen and tell him. Numbuh's 2, 3, 4 and 5 stopped of what they were doing to listen.

"It's nothing important." I said to him, my tear streaked face not looking at him.

"Well…it's important to me. So please tell me what's the matter." Numbuh 1 said, his touch seemed to go from soft to serious.

"I…I don't think I could tell you. You just might not understand…" I said. Numbuh 1 lifted his hand off of my shoulder. I stood up and began to slouch out of the common area and to my room. More tears streaked down my face.

There was silence. I wanted to hear what the reactions were.

"Don't you guys see what's da matter with Numbuh 6?" Numbuh 5's voice carried in the silence.

"Well…not really." I heard everyone say…rather slowly.

"Ah' think Numbuh 2 should go see what' tha' matter with 'er. She is Numbuh 2's girlfriend." I heard Numbuh 4 say.

I could tell that he was coming. Heavy footsteps were heard getting closer and closer to my room. I hurried and put on a song, then ran up to my bed and lied down. The metal sliding doors opened. Numbuh 2 was in my room. He looked around, confused. I saw it with my own two eyes. An Eminem song began to play:

These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings,

Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing,

To see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care,

He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about,

His f*ckin' dad walkin' out cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out.

If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap

He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his stepfather hit him, so he socked him back

And broke his nose, his house is a broken home.

There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)

 Sing for the year (Sing It)

 Sing for the laughter

Sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Sing it with me

Just for today

Maybe tomorrow

The good Lord will take you away...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers,

A sinner's mind is a sanctum unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothaf*cka they can be great

 Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate

It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us

Plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the f*ck did this metamorphosis happen?

From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass

But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you

To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad

So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon.

Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me.

If I'm such a f*ckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B

It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the f*ck can I raise a little girl?

I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
 C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)

 Sing for the year (Sing It)

 Sing for the laughter

Sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Sing it with me

Just for today

Maybe tomorrow

The good Lord will take you away...
They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?

Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued

See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool

not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus

But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's f*cked up ain't it?

How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any f*ckin' thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a f*ckin' rap magazine

who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die

Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.

We're nothin' to you but we're the f*ckin' shit in they eyes

that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden

and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.

Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)

 Sing for the year (Sing It)

 Sing for the laughter

Sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Sing it with me

Just for today

Maybe tomorrow

The good Lord will take you away...

"Wow…" I heard Numbuh 2 mumble as the song ended. And I wasn't sure why either.

But for some reason I felt pretty guilty. Because I had just turned my C.D. player on and ran up to my bed like a coward. Why did I do something so…stupid? I sighed. Then I began to walk down my spiral staircase sort of ramp. My footsteps must have frightened Numbuh 2 a bit. Because I saw him jump as I had begun to walk. As I reached the bottom of the ramp, I saw him staring at me. I looked down, I felt really, really guilty. Should I really tell him?

"What are you doing here?" I decided to ask him.

"Well…everyone was wondering why you're acting like this?" His reply was.

I sighed. Yep, I'll tell him. I'll tell him the whole truth.

"It's a looooooong story. But I'll tell you anyways…" I said. The flashback returned to my mind.

TBC

Jessie A: Fan fiction wouldn't let me put up the whole chapter. So go to the next and see what's up.

Numbuh 2: You know I'm going to be at your promotion ceremony, right?

Jessie A: I already knew that. Didn't Numbuh 1 tell you that everyone was going?

Numbuh 2: No…

Jessie A: Ah well, review people