It's been a week since you put that rope around your neck. A week since your father found you and managed to get you to the hospital in time to save you.

Ever since than it was constant check ups and you were even sent to a therapist to help your mental health.

But you still felt the same.

Ghost, your father, sat in the car. Waiting for your appointment to be done, his eyes lightening up to see your face as you left the building. He smiled softly as you open the car door.

"Hey firefly.. you alright?" He asked, calling you his special nickname like always as he started the car.