People with depression gave me sympathetic looks.

Everyone else gave me disgusted looks and some laughed.

"Wow Frankie that reaction probably wasn't the best." Steve told me.

"I have eyes, I can see that."

He shrugged and got off the table.

I got up and left, Steve still following behind me.

The bitch smirked, "you've never done this before."

I left the school, I wasn't going back in there where I can get bullied for something I can't change.

I'm not strong enough to change, everyone knows that.

I've had depression for as long as I can remember.

Someone else was out here, no one is ever out here.

They have depression and they're smoking.

I walked over to the mysterious stranger.

They looked up, "hey." He breathed out smoke.

"Hey, what brings another freak out here?" I questioned with a slight smile.

He smiled too, "you're out here as well so I could ask you the same question. I don't know, I just can't take this shit hole any longer, no one here even tries to understand."

I smiled fully at him this time, "looks like we're in the same boat."