Mike hadn't been to school for the past couple of days. Probably hanging out with El because she disappeared a while back. Lucas was hanging out with Max and Dustin was too. That left you and Will but everyone in the group was worried about Will and kept checking up on him. With you it was like you didn't even exist! Even Troy wasn't talking to you but that reasonable. So, what did you do? Nothing that people would notice much. You sat away from everyone, cut yourself, and avoided all humans as much as you could. Right now you are currently in science with Max, Will, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike but you didn't sit by any of them. You sat in the very back of the classroom where no one sat.

You had noticed the Will or Mike would look back at you every once in a while. They were also the only ones who knew about your depression and knew when you were getting hit hard with it. You just kinda blew them off though and messed with the bandages around your forearm where you had cut yourself last night. Class was over and you left without giving the guys even a glance. You got to your locker just to find Troy.

"Hi Troy," you muttered. Did I forget to tell you that he also knows about your depression?

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied and he grabbed your arm showing off the bandages to everyone.

"This is what I'm talking about! Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!" he yelled while letting go of your arm. You let it fall to your side before turning to face.

"You wanna know what's wrong? Life! Life Troy!! That's always what's wrong!!" you yelled at him while tears started falling from your eyes, down your cheek, until they finally hit the ground.

"God dammit Troy!! Please just leave me alone for now!!" you yelled and ran off to the girls room. No one was ever in there so it was a safe place. The bell rang signalling the beginning of class. You didn't bother moving. You sat there, crying for a good solid 45 minutes. You didn't leave until someone actually went in there. And as if your luck couldn't get worse it just happened to be Max.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)," she greeted and you just stared saying nothing. You got up and left the bathroom just to run into Mike, literally run into him.

"Sorry..." you mumbled not even bothering to look at the person you bumped into.

"(Y/n)?" the person asked and that's when you looked into his brown eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked and again, you didn't say anything. You just walked away like nothing happened but with him it wasn't that easy. He followed you to your locker. It was the end of the day and you were ready to go home and die. You always thought about killing yourself but never did it because of these guys.

"(Y/n). What is wrong?" he asked with a stern voice.

"Nothing," you said, forcing a smile and left, quickly letting the smile fade into a frown.

You got home and went to the bathroom, making sure that you closed and locked the door so no one would come in even though your mom was away on business and your dad was probably at a bar or some randoms girls house getting some action. You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a razor blade, running it across the delicate skin on the underside of your forearm. You went to your room afterwards to get some sleep but you knew that wouldn't being happening anytime soon.