you struggled with depression for two years when you were 11, so it stopped when you were 13. You have been pretty much okay since, a few off days, but everyone had those. Your dad and uncles, matt nick and Chris, helped you the entire time, and they can tell when your feeling down. Your mom died when you where little.

Currently you are 15, you are saying your room, alone in your thoughts. Recently you have been feeling a bit off, you told matt and explained it to him, how you haven't had much motivation, you haven't wanted to eat, wake up sometimes, or sleep other times. He told you it should be fine and just to wait it out, and let him know if anything gets worse. Matt knows you haven't come downstairs all day, and it's 9 pm. He comes upstairs with a plate with a sandwich and a drink, he sets it on your desk you are sitting at.

"Hey sweetheart, I know you might not be hungry but you haven't eaten anything yet, so you gotta eat something."

He kissed the top of your head, looking at you through your mirror, taking note of your eyes, the almost empty, or far away look in them