A/N: go check out the media of this book! I've added a pic to each chapter, and I will continue to do so (even if I add it late, hehe). Enjoy!
PS: I DON'T own the art in the media of the chapters, or any YT videos included!

I was diagnosed with depression two years after I lost half my family. It's not as bad as it used to be, but I feel like that's changing.

I didn't go to school the next day. Neither did Hazel. Father went to work still, however. Hazel and I stayed in my room.

My room's walls are painted black, with random chalk designs scrolled everywhere. I have a couple pictures up, but not many--one of Bianca and I, one of Bianca with Mama and Father and I, and one of Hazel alone. I have a book shelf to the far corner, containing a few books, CDs, movies and a bunch of art supplies. I have a stand next to my bed, that has my clock, phone and phone charger, and a spare pencil. Next to my stand I have a desk, with a spinny-chair, and a laptop that I rarely use.

Hazel is laying with me on my bed of black sheets and white pillows. Hazel's head is on my chest, and her arm is across my stomach. I have my arm around her protectively.

"Nico?" Hazel mumbles.

"Yeah?" I calmly whisper back.

"Why did he call you those things?"

I need to tell her. I should tell her. I don't want to tell her.

"I..." I should tell her. "I..." She deserves to know!

"I don't know." She shouldn't have to know. I'm sorry.

I sigh, "I love you, Haze."

"I love you too." she replies.

"I'll be okay." I assure her.

"Everyone at school is harassing you. I don't want you getting hurt."

I don't know how to reply, because I just might get hurt. "Me either."

"Hazel?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you."

A moment of silence before she speaks, "Okay."