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My Depression

When your a girl, living in a strange world with two guys, it gets hard for you! Men are just so hard to live with, and sometimes even if I don't mean it I yell back at them. And sometimes I cry in front of them, because they need some freaking sense knocked into them. And sometimes, I start the fight, not intentionally, but because they don't think they are doing anything wrong. I guess this is also called, 'mood swings'. It happens, and I was suffering a bit of depression from everything that had happened. No. Big. Deal.

I turned my back to the window after Ed left, and surprisingly minutes later the phone rang. I ran to it, grateful for a distraction.

"Hello, who is this-"

"Winry, Ed awake yet?" That's right Al! I had forgotten I still had no clue were he was, it was weird enough he wasn't here this morning.

"Uh, yeah Al. Where are you?"

"Did you see my note?"

"What note?"

"The one of the fridge-" I turned to the fridge, and sure enough a note from Alphonse was taped to it. Ed and I were so frantic since we woke up, both of us hadn't even noticed.

"Hold on a second, let me read it..." The note read this: 'Win, Ed. Got a call last night, I'll be gone in France for all of today, and all of tomorrow; I'll be back here tomorrow night. Call me at the train station before nine. Sorry for the short notice, Al.' After I finished reading it, I frowned and screamed into the phone. "AL! Why?! We need you, where are you going?! For what!?"

"Calm down Win, it's for work and we need the money. Ed told me last night about the rent going up... Anyway I'll be in France, only about a few hours from there-"

"No Al! Come back home!" I was on the urge of tears, and had no idea why I was getting so worked up about it. I guess it was Ed. He was pissed at me at the moment, just like I was at him. And Ed, the Full metal Alchemist... I just didn't want to spend the night alone with him, not to mention the entire next two days with... But he was my friend. Why did I feel like this?

"What's wrong Winry, your not crying are you"? I felt a single tear slide down my cheek... Now I was.

"Alphonse. Please, can't you just come home?" I heard him sigh, he was suspicious.

"What happened over there? How's brother"?

"Al, I gotta go, good luck and come home soon."

"Winry! Wait!-" I hung up the phone not letting him finish, as I let out a sob, slinging my head down. I walked over to the couch and sat burring my head into my knees. The screams of firemen and police outside slowly calmed down, as dark grey smoke rose up from the street visible from the window.

I remember getting up to get a glass of water, changing into clothes, using the bathroom once or twice, making an egg and cheese sandwich while I sulked on the couch. The bright morning turned into a grey afternoon, then into a pink sunset. When I realized I had waisted the entire day on the couch alone, it only made me feel worse then I already had. It looked like about almost seven, when I found the alchemy book I had picked up the other day. It was between the cushions of the couch. I sat on my end of the couch as I flipped open the first page. I couldn't understand the meaning of the way the words were worded. It all seemed so impossible to me. It was then the door opened, exposing a sweetly, tired, golden eyed man in the door way. I forced my eyes to the book as I pretended to read it as the heavy footsteps got closer, and closer to the couch. Before I knew it, he was in front of me, then slumped down on the other end. My eyes moved over to his feet now resting, touching my leg. He was exhausted, and his voice was drained.

"Where the hell were you today?" He asked, a metal arm covering his eyes. I didn't answer his questions, suddenly thinking back to Al.

"Al isn't coming home tonight-"

"Where is he?!" He interrupted, sitting up, looking right into my eyes.

"He's ok, relax. He's in France for work or something." He was probably first thinking of the worst possible thing that could of happened to his brother. He calmed down and layed his head back on the couch.

"Why would he go to France with out telling us first?" He mumbled to himself, as I continued to attempt to read my alchemy book. We didn't talk for about 30 seconds before Ed broke the silence. "Why are you reading that dumb thing, again?" I answered with out thinking.

"Does it really matter Ed?! I don't freak'en care what you think!" Did that just come out of my mouth? He starred at me blankly, just as surprised as I was. I guess I was just in a bad mood. But he was the kind of guy to 'bite back'.

"Geeze Winry, what's your problem today!?" His voice grew with every word he spoke. I slammed the book close and through it on the couch standing up. "Careful with it! You can't just fuck'en through that!!" Ed had never spoken to me, or anyone like that. I can't even remember the last time he cursed so loudly. Guilt hit me for starting another argument with him.

"I only through it on the couch, not the floor..." I whispered, looking down, as if he was my parent scolding me. I peeked up to his furious eyes.

"You can't just go an' cry every time we talk!"

"Talk? Ed your screaming..." I said back quickly, trying to gain my voice back, holding back heavy tears behind my eyes. I had gotten through to him, he looked at me, then frowned again, before he bjumped up and stormed into his room slamming the door. I sobbed, and ran to the door leaving the apartment, grabbing keys off the kitchen table, and running into my shoes. My cries echoed in the dark hallway of the building.

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