** Third Person's P.O.V **

As the 2 next days had gone by, Pro. Edgar came back healthy and strong. Some students noticed Fresh wearing gloves and some didn't. Alphy had noticed as well as Palette. Fresh got so many questions, all he answered were just the same.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't know with you"

"what's with you asking me about gloves?"

They were all the same. Everyone thought he was a bit mean but they never knew it was personal. I mean like, no one cared. Maybe Alphy and Palette but no one cares. "what's wrong with you today?" Alphy asked in concern for his best friend, she knew something is wrong. "I can't tell you right now, it's personal" Fresh replied, a depressed tone laced his voice. Just a few days of school, he already feels like comitting suicide. But what's really wrong? Why does he feel like this? What happened?

Class started and the teacher discussed a lot of things that interested Fresh. Palette, he was just staring out of nowhere. Thinking of a certain skeleton which clouded his mind. Alphy, doing the same but is ranting about how Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 is better than the original Mew Mew Kissy Cutie . After class, Fresh rounded a corner where he met his class adviser. "Mr. Baskerville. May I speak to you for a moment?" His Professor asked if he can spare a minute. Fresh nodded as he followed him to the faculty. "Now, you're wondering why you're here?" He asked, Fresh nodded. "No, you're not in trouble, it's personal matters we are discussing here" He balled both his hands to together, as if holding each other. Fresh gulped his saliva down his dry throat as he did so.

"I won't tell not another soul, trust me on this. I can keep it if you want"

"*sigh* you gotta promise. You're a teacher after all."

"I promise, I won't use it against you, I won't tell this secret to another soul"

"I started having depression when my parents died in a car crash, I was just 13 at the time. I had nowhere to go, no food to eat, no water to drink, and no money to buy. I had my parents house as an exception, we were very poor at the time so I was sent to an orphanage when a salesman man found my parents house to sell it. I wanted him to let me keep the house because it was important to me, not because it was my only shelter for warmth but because it was my parent's, they did everything they can for me to live a normal life. The salesman didn't listen and sent me to an orphanage where I spent my 8 months living in hell. I was bullied all the time, when they play with me, I'm the one who gets hurt most of time even the owners didn't even bother to tend my wounds because they were like 'its just a scratch', 'time will heal it when you're patient enough' and stuff like that. It really hurt me when the love I felt before was never the same. It scarred my soul and broke it. After a month of living in that hell, a person came by with a child who seemed like 4 years older than me decided to adopt. The child wanted a baby brother since their mother couldn't produce another. He was also a skeleton like me, when he saw my scars, he asked about it. I told him that it was all the times that all the kids here bullied me and hurt me. He took pity on me so they took me in. When my step-big brother was high school, my step mom died because of breast cancer so it was me and him throughout these years. Then there this girl, she helped with my problems when it was her that needed help. She was the one who took care of my entirely when I was in high school as my brother was in college. He was busy in school and work so he didn't have that much time to take care of me but she came. When she came, my life almost changed when I met my first love. He was a Jock, a cocky, and a handsome one. Before we even formed a relationship, he too bullied me but all that changed when one of his friends invited my best friend to a sleepover at theirs. He were throwing puns at each other, watched movies together, played games together although, I could remember a memory when we were in a closet but that's another story entirely. After that, we were dating. As time went by, there were some arguments and problems. So a break up happened, when she and my brother had heard about it. She and my brother flipped, she tried to fix our problem by trying to realize why it's wrong and move on those disputes. Sadly, it didn't work, all of us were still mad at each other and sad about the whole thing. It's just that we were so clouded with emotion that we couldn't think right. When I tried to see both sides of our problems and giving the benefit of the doubt stressed me out so hard that I couldn't control how I feel anymore. That's when the voices started to yell, scream, shout at me at the same time telling me that I was worthless, stupid, an idiot, trash and nothing else in this world. They were telling me that I shouldn't have existed, shouldn't have died when that salesman found me.

I shouldn't have.

I started cutting after all the stress, suddenly the stress faded as I continued to cut. Cutting felt so good until I realized it was wrong, I wasn't brought into this world to cut but for a purpose to live even when everyone around you won't accept you. So I stopped, I hid away the blade that was my only friend that comforted me throughout the process. I hid away the guilt and the shame that was poured onto me like acid rain. Now here I am, in college still thinking about my past that drew me into depression. I had depression throughout my years without my brother knowing. As I grew, I heard rumours about my parents having another baby before they died, when I heard that. A spark flared inside me, if that baby lived before my parents died, I wanted the little one to know that if they were having the same things or problems as me 'your skin is not paper, don't cut it. Your life is not a game so don't end it.' But if I were to meet them, I will make sure to keep their innocence, I don't want them to feel the way I felt before. I have been scarred and I was naive. Now, I have scarred myself again and is never naive anymore. Cause you know, 'Life is not cruel like you say it is, it is the people around you is cruel like you never said it is'. So to hide my scars that I have hidden, I wore gloves to hide my shame and guilt that over weighed me throughout my young self and my past. I shouldn't have started to cut again when I knew that 'my past does not define me, but my past is not today'. And I want that little one to know that

'I will Stand by You'

In every step of the way."

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