I went into school with Steve following behind me.

"Y'know this school is quite crappy." Steve said casually, putting his hands in his pockets.

I sighed and looked at the ground.

"C'mon you seem so emo right now, some people can't see me." He reminded me like as if I wasn't aware of that 24/7.

"Yes, I know." I answered in a whisper.

He smirked, "are you really scared of what everyone else thinks?" The monster removed his hands from his pockets.

"Why do you have a name? Like you're depression, shouldn't you just be called depression and not Steve?" I sighed.

He looked a bit shocked but quickly regained his cockiness.

"You chose to give me a name. You wanted a friend and you thought I was good enough." He explained with the cockiest smile in the world.

I rolled my eyes, "yeah, right."

I got to my first class and sat down in my seat.

Steve sat on the table and kept talking while having a stupid smile the whole time.

I didn't see any meaning in having to do the work in front of me, we are all going to die so what's the meaning in doing this work..

No, no, no. I refuse to start thinking like this. I will not let Steve get to me.

Steve frowned, "aww why, we were having so much fun."

I clenched my teeth, "no we were not, we never were."

He looked surprised but not bothered.

I hate him so much, he never gives me a fucking break.