Chapter 1: The Leave

Part 4: Depression

He sprinted away, away from everything and everyone else.

He hurt all over.

He needed to get home. Now.

He ran into the bathroom, ignoring the questions of why he was crying.

He ran to the mirrors.

He looked like a mess.

If he wasn't hooked up on adrenaline, he'd say he looks like a hobo.

He would have laughed at that.

She would have laughed at that.

Wiping away the tears, he washed his face.

After he was satisfied at how he looked, he walked up to his car, avoiding her and anyone that was around there.

He snuck off campus and got into his car.

The entire drive home was quiet for him.

He couldn't play his music, that would remind him of her.

He couldn't go out to eat, that's what they always did.

He couldn't really do anything besides just drive.

When he got home, he walked his way to his room, closed the door, took off his backpack, sat on his bed…

… and started crying.