As soon as I make it out through the crowded exits of my high school, I'm immediately pelted with heavy rain. I didn't bring an umbrella.

"Aish..."I muttered under my breath before I slipped my hood on and ran for cover. Ducking under the overhang every few seconds, I began to sprint down the street. I turned and ran down block after block after block, until I finally reached the familiarity of my neighborhood. Sighing in relief as the rain has started to calm down, I stumbled onto my front porch and pulled out my keys from my backpack.

I made it inside, soaking wet and frowning. "I'm home!" I yelled into the empty house. With both my sisters gone at school and my dad busy working all day, it was unlikely that there would be anyone home. I absentmindedly walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There I found a bowl of cold spaghetti wrapped in plastic wrap. Guess I'll be eating alone again.

I made sure to shower before even attempting with my homework. It seemed like a better idea to get frustrated without having to worry about mud getting everywhere at the same time. I finally took a seat by my desk, with my wet blond hair dripping down the towel draped over my shoulder.

Tapping my pencil against my chin, I tried to focus on the math problem on my screen. Despite my attempts, however, my mind wandered to every other problem possible. I realized that I had been staring at the same question for 5 minutes already, and I pulled my hair in distress. I hate this. I hate... myself.

I pushed my chair back with exasperation. "Why can't you come back, mom? I miss you already." I whispered. I blinked away the tears forming and gulped. You can't think about this anymore. She's not coming back, I thought to myself.

Depression is not caring about anything, whereas anxiety is caring too much about everything. Having both is hell. I pulled my hair and gritted my teeth as stress began to cloud my mind. Crossing my arms, I sat back against the cushion and just let the attack happen.

The overwhelming fear started to swallow me, and I was slightly trembling. I felt almost de-attached from the world. I was lost. The tears that were building up slowly flowed down my cheeks.

A gasp escaped between my lips as the front door clicked from downstairs. I snapped back to reality, and slammed open my own door before I sprinted down the stairs. As soon as my tired-looking sister Rachel came into view, I threw my arms around her and cried into her shoulder freely.

She dropped her bag and hugged me tightly, knowing the situation as it had happened before.

"Felix, shhh..." She patted my back and I sniffed. "I know it hurts. But you have to stop crying for me, ok? It'll pass soon." I nodded and bit my lip as I waited for the feeling to die down. I used my sleeve to wipe my wet face, while my racing heart came to a halt. My breaths evened out more and I lifted my hand to my neck to check again.

Rachel put her hand on mine, carefully removing it with a small smile. I chuckled and shook my head.

"See?" She embraced me from the side and ruffled my hair. "It gets better. It always does."

I smiled at the ground, glad to have such a nice sister. "Thanks, Rachel noona. But aren't you supposed to be at school?" I asked.

"It was a half day today. Besides, I'd rather spend time with you than study for some stupid test. My little brother is more important." She embraced me from the side.

"You hungry yet? I'll make dinner tonight, you deserve more than leftover pasta."