My name is jamie aling-case. im 16. and this is the story of why im depressed.
it was on a friday in 2009 me and my sister was taking a train home when i got a call from my dad saying i wint ve arround anymore.
about a week later me and my sister was taken out of class and was sat in the head of schools office, we were told that he was very sorry to say that our dad had passed away in his sleep the nighr before. my sister started crying but i just sat there and looked blank like someone had ripped my living soul out of my body and thrown it away.
a week later at my dads funeral i was asked to go talk about him and i said "i loved my dad more than anyone else and he cared for me but his heart stopped. his peaceful look become blank and he left us showing us that god will take away even the best of people. he will be missed and his memories will be cherished by us all and im making a promise to you dad that i will not cry or even show my depression to anyone else".
two more weeks later at his cremation i was again the only one who did not cry or show my emotion but i felt my heart had veen taken away and vurned ti ashes like his body.
only a fiew years later on 2014 i went to where he was burried to find his tombstone destroyed, i jist sat theee and burst into tears and heard laughter behind me to find my old school bullies with a baseball bat.
two days later they were in hospital with broken ribs and snapped arms.
i used the baseball bat.
a couple of weeks later i had his grace transfered to london so it couldnt ve destroyed again.
i havent gone back there since ive inly gone to where it was destroyed and i sit there for hours, sometimes i fall asleep beside him with a tear falling down my face.
that is why i am depressed.