Hi! This is a fanfiction that I wanted to write since I saw the first teaser trailer for the movie, although I wanted to wait and see it. There's is no category for the movie and the character's actual names are not listed. I haven't seen any fanfiction about the movie, I don't get it. It was great! But anyway, I don't own Angry Birds. Also, if you have a depression of sorts, I don't recommend you to read.

Depression:

Before…

When you are young, the world seems like the most magical and innocent place of all. Nothing can go wrong in this world as all you knew was pink and flowery. Everything in your eyes is pure and unstainable. The world can bring lots of joy. It produces the nature we adore and it produces life. It produces good birds. As well as bad birds.

"Eyebrow!"

"Weirdo…"

"Crazy bird."

That and many other insults plagued him every day. A hatchling should see the world in bright colors, not in grey. A hatchling should jump and play and have fun. A hatchling should have friends and loving parents. A hatchling should love life and appreciate it. But Red just wanted to end it. It wasn't supposed to be like that, but to him, there was no other choice to get off of this misery.

He was alone, friendless, sad, and lacked any will to live. And every time he thought he was finally happy, something bad happened. So one day he thought to himself, what if I just end it now?

A spark of excitement and fear crawled its way towards his tiny chest. He searched for something sharp around the orphanage and found a small knife in the kitchen. Surely, the cooker wouldn't miss it. He took it back to his room and locked the door. He sat at the edge of his nest looking down at his wrist and knife.

It was painful. He decided not to try it again and hid the knife inside a small box in his closet.

But it happened again anyway. And again and again until he had reached adulthood when he realized he didn't had the guts to end his life and his decision to ever do so left horrible scars under red feathers. During those years filled with sadness, he had developed the same, if not worse, anger issues. And that only pushed away other birds. The bullying never stopped nor the rejection. In turn, that only depressed him more. All his misery, grief and sadness was hidden behind an angry façade that nobody seemed to notice.

Nobody noticed the scars. Nobody knew about them. And the times his feathers were covered in blood, nobody noticed because his feathers were always tainted as red.

During…

Even in his adult years, the depression was just sitting there silently in a corner of his mind, often deciding to invade the rest of his thoughts. But he had slowly gotten a bit better at ignoring it. Kind of.

His life took an unexpected turn. He had actually made friends. Two misfits just like him that seemed to find him more interesting than he ever thought of himself. Chuck and Bomb. To put it simple, they were mad crazy. And he kind of liked it.

Not at first though, to be honest. But as they continued on and on in their little adventure, they started to get to him. Chuck's jokes will make them laugh and Bomb's poor attempts at lying were so sad it made them laugh. They had terrific times together.

Matilda and Terence weren't so bad. Though, they preferred to be in each other's company. How did those two got together, Red might never know or maybe he did know, he just didn't want to understand.

Stella was there, he didn't hang out with her that much, but there was no denying that if he ever needed her, she will be there for him. Also, there was no denying that she was kind of cute.

Slowly, with the help of his friends, unbeknownst to them, the depression disappeared and he was finally, truly happy for good.

After…

He was walking down the street with a smile on his face alongside Chuck and Bomb. He seemed to do that more often nowadays. Life was finally smiling down on him after so many years of sadness and rage. It was refreshing. He got a new house inside the village, he got awesome friends, and it just couldn't get any better.

"What were you thinking!?" Shouted a mother to her hatchling across the road.

Life didn't seem to be smiling at that poor hatchling. A small crowd was starting to gather around them as the mother yelled at the poor hatchling. Even Judge Peckinpah stepped in to try and control the situation.

"What is going on in here?" He asked.

The mother, who had started crying and gasping, pointed at her hatchling. "I don't know! I don't think I did anything wrong!" She kept crying. "I don't know what I did wrong!"

Matilda, who had been walking with Terence by the time the crowd gathered, walked towards the mother and tried to comfort her. "Now, now. What's wrong?"

"My baby…" She let a few more tears fall. "My baby tried to cut himself! Suicide!"

The crowd gasped and looked down at the hatchling in question. The hatchling quivered in fear and embarrassment, even more so when he noticed his classmates in the crowd. They whispered among each other.

Red sighed. "Oh no…" He carefully walked towards them and made his way through the crowd.

"This doesn't look good." Chuck said.

"Agreed." Bomb said and both friend followed Red.

Judge Peckinpah sighed and looked down at the hatchling. "Kid, what are you doing?"

"Does it matter?" The hatchling whispered, feeling rather embarrassed, although, no one seemed to notice that.

No one except Red. He'd been there.

"Hatchling, listen, you're young and have a whole life in front of ya'."

"If it includes being embarrassed every day and have everyone think less of you and that you're not worth it, then I don't want it!"

The crowd gasped.

"No, no, no…" Red whispered to himself. He was not going to let a hatchling go through what he went through. He walked towards him and kneeled in front of him. "Hey little buddy."

The hatchling didn't answer.

"Listen, why don't we talk about this in a more private place, we can help you."

"No!"

"I know what you are going through, kid."

"That's what they all say!"

Chuck and Bomb looked at each other. Red was taken aback by this, but didn't show it. "I'm serious, kid."

"Then prove it."

That did it. With a passive face, Red extended his left hand and pulled up the feathers in his wrist with the other hand. Scars, big and small decorated his wrist. Everyone else gasped and the hatchling stared in shock at the old and ugly scars. Red's friends stared in horror. How didn't they ever noticed that? Red pulled down his left hand and pulled up the other one, repeating the process. Satisfied with the horror in the little bird's face, he pulled down his hand and looked at him. "Yeah, they're ugly, aren't they?"

The hatchling slowly nodded.

"And I assume that you don't want them too?"

The hatchling slowly shook his head.

Red looked back at the hatchling's mother. "Do you mind if I talk to him for a while?"

The mother said nothing and Red took that as his queue. He stood up and started to walk away. "You coming?" He called out for the little bird, who quickly ran to catch up with him.

They silently arrived at the beach. Red and the little bird sat down on a fallen tree and stared silently at the horizon. The little bird looked up at Red expectantly. Red didn't had to look at him to know what he wanted.

"I was alone. I had no friends. No parents. Nada. I got bullied a lot in school. I wanted to end it." Then he finally looked at the kid. "I guess something similar is happening to you."

The kid nodded. Red sighed. "What I can tell you kid, is that this is not worth it."

"You tried it-"

"And it doesn't work. You feel like a coward afterwards." Red interrupted. "I had no one, but you have your mom. She can be your support. She is. You just got to see it."

"She wouldn't understand."

"What makes you so sure? Kid, trust me when I tell you this, you're going to regret it if you don't seek help."

The little bird looked up at Red. "How did you managed it? To get away from… it." He meant depression.

"I slowly allowed myself to have friends and appreciate life for what it is. You can do a lot of things." Red looked back at the ocean. "I never told my friends about my attempts or my depression, I guess I was scared of what they might think or maybe I just didn't want Matilda or Chuck overreacting about it." He chuckled. "But they helped; having friends. Even if they didn't know, they helped a lot. "

"I don't have friends." The hatchling looked down at his wrist. The tiny cut had stopped bleeding.

"Why is that?"

"They think I'm weird."

"You're just different. You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself." Whoa, now he sounded like Matilda. "Why don't we go back? Your mother must be worried about you. And you need to get that wrist bandaged up."

The hatchling nodded and took Red's extended hand. They took their time to get back to the village for the sunset was beautiful and a walk by the beach was good enough to calm the tension. It was starting to get dark when they headed back to the village. Heading straight towards the kid's house, Red knocked on the door. A few minutes later, the mother opened the door. Looking down at her son she grabbed him and gave her a tight hug. "I'm sorry…" She whispered. "I should have paid more attention to you and your problems."

"It's ok, mommy. I'm not doing it again. I promise."

The mother, without letting go of her child, looked up at Red with a grateful expression. Red smiled back. "He should get that bandaged up, ok?"

Both mother and child nodded and said their farewells and thanks. Red walked back to his house and opened the door. Once inside, he locked it up and made his way towards the living room. Except that his friends were waiting there. He awkwardly smiled.

"Hey…"

Chuck arched an eyebrow. "Hey yourself." He sipped on a coconut smoothie. Probably the one Red had in his freezer. "Anything you want to tell us? Like, I don't know… certain attempts…" He sipped again on the smoothie. "This is good, by the way."

Matilda left Terrence side and stood in front of Red. "Red? When did this…" She grabbed his wrist with so much care, as if they were made out of glass. "…happened?"

Red looked away. "Since I was a kid." He wasn't ashamed to tell his story, so he sat comfortably on the couch and told his friends. Far into the story, Bomb and Chuck embraced the red bird in a tight hug while crying their eyes out.

"So sorry we didn't noticed!"

"We should have been better friends!"

Red rolled his eyes and smiled. "Guys, enough. This happened a long time ago and I couldn't ask for better friends. Honest!"

Chuck smiled. "You really think so?"

"I know so." He pushed them away to finally get some personal space. Just then, Matilda gave him a hug.

"Red, just any problems you have, tell us and we'll help you. We're your friends."

"Yeah!" Chuck agreed. "Tell us and we'll go to the movies, to the beach and have dinner-"

"I think," Red interfered. "That you are confusing this with your dream date with Stella, are you?"

Chuck stared, blushing a bright shade of pink. "I don't have a crush on Stella!" He denied.

"Hey, you said it not me." Red smirked. "Besides, it's rather obvious."

Chuck blushed madly and crossed his arms. "My point still stands!" He looked away.

Suddenly they were all embraced in a bone crushing hug, curtesy of Terence, Red being in the middle. He felt a few tears escape his eyes. He was loved by amazing friends who didn't judge. He was happy. He was home. He was free.