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by OhHelloPotato

Anna is a 14 year old potato. She goes through depression. Her mother beats her physically, where her mothers boyfriend beats her mentally. The only thing keeping her alive is Jacksepticeye's videos. What happens when her mother actually agrees to take her to a meet and greet? Where she finally gets to meet her hero. Self harm warning! Violence warning!

1. Origins

Origins

Hi there. My name is Anna Hunter. I am currently about fifteen years old. I live in a pretty small town. Not going to say where it is for security purposes though. I go to school like everyone else. Montego Highschool, to be exact. School is actually nice for me. If I ignore the rude comments I get, the notes left in my lockers and desks... It's kind of annoying. I do have a few friends though. Which is nice. Marlene and Xander. Exotic names right? Yeah, I know. But, they're always there for me. Xander's a year older and Marlene is a year younger. We're separated which sucks. Before this year Marlene wasn't even at our school. She was in Jr. High. But now she's finally with us. We only get breaks together though, which is kind of sad. But we still have after school and weekends... Well, not always.

You see, my house is a wreck. My dad left a few years ago. Since then my mom hasn't been the same. She's more ruthless and mean. She drinks a lot. And beats me, a lot. That leads to my depression. Yeah I have depression. Most of ya'll would be like, 'Then stop thinking like that!' or 'I bet your faking for attention!' Well, first of all. It's not that easy to stop depression. I don't even have meds. And faking it for attention? Really? How about you take a long look at my life. Heck, take a look at my wrists and there's your proof.

Anyways, depression has been getting worse the past couple of months. My moms getting worse. She's abusing me even more than she did. To the point of me not waking up for a few days. Crazy right? Not really. Her boyfriend doesn't help either. He doesn't do anything but he encourages it and abuses me with words. But aside from all of that, my life's pretty good. I have friends. And I have Jacksepticeye. The only real thing that keeps me going everyday. If not for him and his goofy ways I probably wouldn't be here sharing this with you. He's like the light in my darkness. The only thing that keeps me from shriveling up into a tiny ball and letting the darkness swallow me up. Yet, he doesn't even know it.