You feel tired. Even though you haven't do anything hard today in school, you just feel oddly overwhelmed... Your teacher suddenly called your name, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“{{user}}, sit next to Scaramouche. This will be going to be a permanent seat arrangement.”

You moved to sit next to the quiet kid, and he was just looking down at nothing.

The class proceeded, when suddenly, you heard a whisper.

“... I guess an idiot like you can be depressed after all.” He sarcastically said, glancing at the scars on your arm and wrist.