Depression.

The world was black. Painted by the devil himself. Nothing made sence anymore. No meaning. A timeless hole, which had swallowed the light and all the happyness. Every thing was like a closet boks, which I couldn't ekscape from. My mind was blind.

*

Outside it was a warm and wonderful sommerday. Lot of students were spending the time on the felt. Some were relaxing, some were studding and a group were having funny playing football. I laid under a huge chestnut tree. Things had change the past few days. Before the accident all was fine. I was doing good in school. I had fine grates in almost every subject. I was quite popular among friends as well as the teachers, and my social network scatted to the A class. My life was great. Things were perfect and it seemed like nothing could go wrong, but it did...

*

The last few hours, days, weeks had been... awful. The world was shrouded in darkness. Cold deadly darkness. I keept replaying the accident over and over again. Especially two sec was stocked in my head. Only two seconds difference, and Jack maybe wouldn't be dead. The oncoming driver, with too much light on and at too high speed. The tree, which I couldn't avoid. And the sight of Jack's face covered in blod, peacefully resting under the windscreen... I threw away the tought. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed to get away. Anywhere. I didn't care anymore! The whole situation scared me. My spirit was empty, without joy of love. I became afraid of socialiseing with other people. Tardily, I started avoiding the other students. The condition at home didn't help me eighter. My mother died short after my birth, and… yeah, my dad have had an alcohol problem ever since… That made my life hard, but I have learned to fend for myself, unfortunately. All day, I came home to an empty house. In the beginning it was extremely exhausting. The housekeeping, which used to belong my mother, I now had the full responsibility for. Making dinner, washing the cloths and clearing became a part of my daily routine. I had to take care of my dad, who also were started to see things, that weren’t there… I became both the man and woman in the house. I cound't  handle the responsibility and the sorrows at the same time. I just couldn't. At this point I was on the edge to suicide...

*

Something moved at my left side. It took me a moment to react. It was a girl. She was beautiful. Her white dress laid dreamlike on her brown and tanned skin. It wasn't so often you saw a student in a dress. Especially not a white. But it wasn't the dress, that catch my attention, neither her long black curly hair or the pretty face, which was like it was taken from a magazine. What surprised me was her posture, her charm. She had the most straight and the most proud posture I had ever seen. It was so proud, that it were on the edge to arrogance. There she stood. So regally. She sat herself next to me and started talking, cautiously. Her voice. Oh so wonderful. As the conversion slowly moved forward a little flimsy light turned on inside me. Penetrated the shadowy, witch had devoured me since the accident. For the first time in weeks, I saw clearly and a little bit brighter. The girl had opened my eyes a bit, and I saw hope.