Depression hit people like a boulder that appeared out of nowhere. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re depressed until you look in the mirror and see your tired eyes and cracked lips. It made it worse when you don’t have a job and nobody will hire you. Days pass and an abyss sucks you up and spits you out for only a few moments before in a week you’re sinking into your bed again.

That’s Toby’s life. What doesn’t help is his stupid fucking step-father who just won’t shut up and keep his hands to himself. He’d been especially harsh on Toby and his mom since Lyra’s accident. Toby didn’t know if it was guilt eating him alive or him just trying to stick the blame on Toby.

His mother had forced him out of the house today and so Toby was out in the park, sitting on the swings, just staring into the woods. What if he ran away from here? Would things be better? Would he finally be able to escape the image of Lyra in his mirror? Would he?