There was once a shy little boy his name was Scott. He had BDP and anxiety and depression. His great grandfather passed away when he was 6. of course he never told anyone but he always felt as though it was his fault. You see while his great grandfather was dying in his home Scott kept running back and forth from the kitchen with ice. His mom said "Ok that's good just go out into the kitchen for now." He did and about 30min. later he was called back into his grandfathers room to wear his grandfather was dead. That was it for Scott and therefore started his BDP. You see his grandfather was the only one who understood him, only one he actually cared about. His parents always fought and being an only child didn't help much either. Scott was used to being alone…

Flash forward 8 years. About 2 years ago Scott had gone into depression and a pretty bad one. Sadly he tried committing suicide 5 times and cut himself a lot. But things took a turn for the better in 8th grade. Scott made a new friend, his name was Stiles. Stiles taught Scott everything he knew. Even when Scott didn't believe Stiles he still trusted his best friend and partner in crime…