(Okay, i know depression is a very serious thing! I just want to explore a new area in my writing, i wanna make a career out of writing so i'm just putting this out there. If any of you who are reading this have had or have depression, i'm deeply sorry. I truly am. I understand it's hard, i just don't want anyone to get offended or anything, okay?~Mlpeej)

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You sat alone in your dark room, Mark had been blowing up your phone for the past couple days. You loved the guy, he was your best friend ever since you moved to L.A, but he needed to stop worrying. The reason you moved to L.A was because you were sick of everything back home, your parents hated each other and you were an only child, your Dad was a drunk and your Mom was abusive later on. You'd been cheated on and left heartbroken by the only two guys you ever dated. You had been going through some things, you hadn't been outside in a few days, you had been non-stop crying. You didn't know why. You looked in the mirror and saw you eyes, red and puffy, you hated the way you looked when you cried. 

Your phone rang, again. 

You reached over and grabbed it, and answered. "Mark?" you asked. 

"Y/N, Thank god you answered! What's wrong? You haven't answered any of my calls, are you okay?" He asked, you could tell he was worried. "I'm...i'm fine Mark." You lied. "Your lying, i'm coming over!" He stated. You rolled your eyes and hung up. You walked over to the mirror and sat in the chair in front of it. You searched every inch of your face and looked away. "Why me.." was all you asked. 

You tried to fix what little make-up you wore to make it look like you hadn't been crying, you hated when other people saw you cry. Mark knocked on the door of your apartment. You went to answer it, you took a deep breath. As soon as you opened that door Mark pulled you into a tight bear hug. You broke down, you started crying again and hugged him back. 

Everything from your childhood hadn't bothered you when you were young, it was mostly after you moved and when you went back for holidays, which were awful. Nothing but yelling and things being thrown. You usually stayed at your grandparents or some other family member when you parents fought, they divorced when you were fourteen. Which was when you started to get depression. 

Mark finally let go and walked you over to the couch, he sat beside you and hugged you again. "I know...i know.." He said quietly. You continued to cry, he rubbed your back soothingly and rubbed circles. "Shh, just let it all out. It's okay now. I'm here.." He whispered. You pulled away from him and looked him dead in the eyes. Your E/C eyes were red and swollen from crying. 

"Just tell me what's really bothering you.." Mark said as he laid your head in his lap and he played with your hair. "I-...." You stopped and took another deep breath and decided to tell him everything, after all, he was your best friend. "It didn't really get to me until late last week....It was thanksgiving and all they did was fight, scream, and throw things at each other. I thought they would stop for at least the holiday! A time for family and happiness, i was so fucking wrong..." You told him. "I've fought it back, kept looking to the light at the end of the tunnel but now....that's lights gone out." Mark listened to every word, he dried every tear. "I just want it to end.....I want to be happy again, Mark! All i wanted was a happy childhood and a happy family! I'm fucking miserable!" You yelled and began sobbing uncontrolablly again. He hugged you again, "I know it's hard, believe me i understand. But, you just gotta keep your chin up, don't let that bad shit get to you! I've been through basically the same thing, Y/N, but just keep fighting. You can't stop fighting, you can't let it get to you, you can't end it. There are people that love you and need you here. I was miserable like you once too! Just don't...don't give in..okay?" He said and hugged you tighter. You stopped crying and looked at Mark. "Thanks..." you whispered. "Just promise to keep fighting..?" Mark asked you, you nodded. "I love you Mark..." You confessed. "I love you too, Y/N..." He said. "If you love me....don't let go.." You said and hugged him again. "It'll get better..." 

And it did, it did get better. Your depression had gone away, probably for good. Mark and you moved in together and he really helped you get through it at first. You never let go. He never let go. You held on as tight as you could, you clung onto that rope like your life depended on it. You were happy! The source to your happiness, of course, was Mark. You made him happy and he made you happier then he'd ever know. Your happy.

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A/N I honestly don't know where i got this idea but i wanted to explore different parts of writing, i have never written anything having to do with anything like this. I hope ya'll enjoyed it, if you can enjoy this? :)? But yeah, hope the ending was happy enough the the parts that should be sad were sad? I don't honestly know. Just enjoy! :) ~Mlpeej, ("Always keep fighting"-Jared padalecki)