Chapter Thirty-Nine

School came by fast. Monday morning, I had to drag myself and move around like a ghost. Mrs. Pierce was trying to talk to me however, I was blank, motionless and kept drifting to daydreaming. My mind would wander off to the different possibilities of ‘What If’s’, distracting my reality and forcing me to believe that things would’ve been better if they were a certain way… then blaming myself afterwards because I never got to use those many different ‘What If’s’.

I was trapped in my own thoughts, and wanted to be alone and drown myself in them… But a particularly nosy Hector would always come to the rescue to pull me out. He understood the phase I was going through. He said he had been there before and it was not a nice place. He even gave it a word. Depression.

Was I depressed? I did not know. I did not feel it. Maybe it was because I had become numb to the feeling since I had been swimming in it for years. It showed itself to me in a different way though. A way that disguised itself