A/N: WARNING! SUICIDE ATTEMPT IN THIS CHAPTER! IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING THIS KIND OF STUFF OR IT IS TRIGGERING, PLEASE DO NOT READ!
~Feliciano's POV~
I was diagnosed with depression shortly after I turned 16 years old.
It had gotten to the point where I wanted to commit suicide.
This is my story.
My story of how I met Kiku and Ludwig.
And how they became my best friends.
And how they helped me overcome my depression one day, one week, one month, one year at a time.
Almost like they're my guardian angels.
I woke up one Monday morning feeling very depressed. I sigh sadly and turn off my alarm clock. I get ready for the day and hurry downstairs where I eat pasta, my favorite food, for breakfast. When I finish, I head to the bus stop and get on right on time. Perfect. I'm usually late and my parents have to drive me to school. I sit down on an empty seat because I don't have any friends. Suddenly, Alfred, the person that bullies me, walks up to me, and starts making fun of me.
"Why are you so fat?" he asks. I sigh.
"Alfred, please... I'm feeling very sad today, so please, leave me alone for just today..." I murmur.
"Answer my question!" he screams.
"It's a long story. You see-" But I couldn't finish because Alfred interrupted me.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" he screams.
"But, you just asked me why-" Once again, I couldn't finish.
"I DON'T CARE! NO ONE CARE AND NO ONE EVER WILL CARE!" he screams again. Then he leaves.
I start crying silently. When we get to the school, I ask Mr. Braginski, my first period teacher, if I could use the restroom. He said yes. I then leave the classroom. But I don't go directly to the bathroom. Instead, I go to my locker and quickly take a knife out of it. I then sprint to the bathroom, hiding the knife in my jacket pocket.
When I get there, I step in front of the mirror and hold the knife up to my throat. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do this. No one liked me. I had to-
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the knife out of mine as I fall to the floor. I turn around. It was Ludwig, a boy in my second period class. Behind him is Kiku, a boy who is also in my second period class. Kiku kneels down in front of me and hugs me. Ludwig does the same.
"It's fine, Feliciano. Aren't you getting tired of doing this?" Ludwig asks. I nod because if I were to talk, it would come out as choked sobs.
Kiku rolls up Feliciano's shirt sleeves, showing many, many scars. "You don't have to do that anymore... because you have us~." Kiku says. I nod and murmur, "I won't."
Kiku and Ludwig take me to the office where Lovino, my older brother, who is 18, picks me up from school. He then takes me to the hospital.
