A/n: Shits been happening, as per usual. Sorry it took a million years.

I don't even know why most of you are still here, I disappear for weeks at a time and don't stay true to my words half the time either, so how come none of you have left yet?

QOTD: What is it like having depression?

AOTD: A detailed example? Imagine being happy or excited about something, anything, but as soon as you feel that emotion, out of nowhere you get shot multiple times. But the bullet doesn't kill you. You just sit there with the physical and mental pain. And you can't do anything about it. You try to get doctors, friends, family, or a significant other to help you..But all they can do is sit and watch, while you lay there bleeding out and living with the pain.

A general/simple example? It's like the titanic.
You are the iceberg and the titanic is the depression.

That's not even sugar coating it btw.
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~ 3rd Person ~

Mark sat quietly on the couch watching some tv show he'd never even seen before, wondering what Jack was up to. He hasn't seen him since he got out of bed at around 10am, it was now almost 3pm and so far not a creak in the floorboards had he heard.

Feeling bored, he pushed himself off the couch and went upstairs to their shared room. Slowly opening the door, being careful not to startle him, he saw the curtains drawn and a small lump in the bed. Mark sighed and walked to the window by Jack's side of the bed and pushed them open.

Much good that did him, the covers were over Jack's head. He sighed again, nudging Jack to wake him up.

"Jack, it's the afternoon. Get up" Mark tried.

Muffled grunts and groans came from Jack as he pulled more covers over his head and body. Rolling his eyes, Mark took hold of the sheets from the bottom near Jack's feet and  pulled them away in a swift motion. Jack shivered as the cool air from the window hit him.

"I said, get up" he repeated.

Jack buried his head under the pillows as a reply.

"Fine. If you don't get up, I'll make you get up." Mark huffed as he went into his drawer carelessly shuffling around his clothes until he found Jack's old April fools air horn. He evilly grinned to himself and went back to Jack's side of the bed.

Clearing his throat he spoke, "Jack, I'm gonna give you one last chance to get your lazy ass out of bed or I will have but no choice to do it myself"

An inaudible groan came from Jack once more but no movement.

"Very well" Mark shrugged, whipping out the horn from behind his back holding down the button with ease. The ear piercing noise filled the once eerie room. Jack reacted as anyone would, he fell out of bed screaming.

"What the fuck Mark!?" He shouted, rubbing his now aching head.

Mark stood there attempting to hold in his laughter but miserably failing.

"I told you to wake up or I'd do it myself, didn't I?" He chuckled.

"Bitch" grumbled Jack.

"Jerk" Mark retorted with a cheeky smile.

Mark still laughing, Jack rolled his eyes as he headed to the bathroom for a shower.

"I love you!" Mark sung.

"I hate you!" Jack sung back.

Even with the amount of sarcasm Jack has and uses on a daily basis, Mark always finds it funny and endearing.