It was half past two in the morning and I lay in bed, staring half consciously out of the bedroom window as images of a week ago flickered through my head, I could not sleep and my head felt like rocket flew up in the distance lead as had been the custom the last few days, 'why?' I asked myself sadly as I stared at the glimmering stars 'why me?' I sighed and watched as an aeroplane flew past. I stared at the moon, watching it twinkle in the dark sky. How happy I'd been that day when I had met her, it had felt as though my heart would burst with love as I gazed upon her coal black hair and terrific black eyes, her skinny waist and her long slender legs, her breathtaking outfit, her beautiful long legs, the girl of my dreams. My eyes started to well up in my eyes as the clips flashed past like a movie in my mind, the way her hand had felt as I took it, the way she'd laughed as I ate the biscuit, the calm content feeling as I drifted into the restaurant and sat with my friends, the movie that played in my head, my perfect dream. For the first time in my life that day I brushed my hair and tucked my shirt in to go see her, my friends laughter forgotten as my heart raced within me, the time I'd spent with her in that beautiful place as she took pictures and stroked her dog, the way she'd laughed at our rattlesnake impression and stared into my eyes, how it was broken by the chase with the 'aliens' then later how they stood up for us by showing their deepest secret, how we'd helped save them from the scientists, then how the feeling was lost as they were beamed up and left, the way my heart broke, like something inside had died and there was just an empty space, the way we'd stared up to the sky, hair blowing in the wind as I tried to keep the tear back, how I'd climbed into the car with sympathetic looks as I told my friend that I felt "completely destroyed" as I sat down, there was a second of joy as a present was brought out for us but the pain was too much for me and I fell into a depressed state of mind, the same state I was now as I stared upon the moons brightly light face and sobbed into my bed sheets , "WHY?" I screamed silently "oh crystal..." the salty tears streamed like a river down my pale, tired face as I shivered uncontrollably and choked on the lump that had formed in my throat. Sweat poured out and coated my face like a weird lotion, my head burning as I lay on my back and drifted off into a deep scary nightmare.
I woke up lying on a fairly uncomfortable bed in a blue robe, it was very quiet but I was aware of someone moving around beside me
"Were I?" I asked as I looked around
"You're in hospital" the person told me as he walked over to me,
"How'd I get here?" I asked utterly bewildered
"Your friends brought you here, they found you unconscious on the floor of your room, they brought you straight here." I smiled, those guys were great,
"We're are they?" I asked
"They're outside, I'll go get them" and he walked out, only to return with Fred, Daphne, Velma and Scooby,
"Oh shaggy, we were so worried!" Daphne cried as they group hugged me, I turned to the doctor
"Am I going to be ok?" I asked, still fairly confused, we all turned towards him and he answered simply
"You've got depression."