Emiles POV
I silently let depression pull me down the hallway with tears in my eyes. I whimpered wishing I could die at this very moment.
"D-Depression your grip is t-to t-tight!" I managed to stutter out pulling my wrist away.
He growled yanking my wrist back. Biting my lip to hurt hold back cries for a of physical and emotional pain.
I miss everyone, I wonder why Virgil was being so mean to me?
We finally reach our destination.
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