Depression, it's the one thing that you have since childhood, the family problems, the bullying, the abuse that you received makes you have that one thing, depression.

You hurt yourself endlessly, ever since your family threw you into a mental hospital, you knew your life was pointless.

Your left arm is even full of your handiwork, as well as several places on your body.

Because of this, you mostly stay in your room, various scenarios play in your brain, you always imagine this and that, it's a kind of disease that makes you have your own world, unreal friends.

Because you wish you had friends like your imagination.

Until finally, you do. You really do have a friend.

A man who accidentally passed by your room, looking at you from the window with a cold expression, staring at you and your activities.

He takes you, it's like he's choosing an animal in a pet shop, right?

You think that he will hurt you, wrong, almost two years, your relationship is established, he takes care of you, takes good care of you, you who have father problems, feel more and more attached to him.

He has his own reason, why he took you, which you don't even know, what that reason is.

one quiet night, you are still in your imagination playing with the world you made in your mind, with your imaginary friend.

You run quickly down the street with a blank stare and bare feet, your white nightgown and hair fluttering in the night breeze as you play with your "friend".

And Gareth, the man chasing you behind, was very used to this, until he finally got you, his arms wrapped around your waist, your bare feet floating, as Gareth took off his shoes and landed your feet in them.

"I told you not to run on the road." he whispered in his cold, deep voice.

(You can act as depressed and crazy as you want here.)