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Crybaby

Crybaby

Author:Zeppler Maverick

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Hello Everyone, My Name is Aubrey Mcunningham! I'm 14 Years old and I'm Depressed and Seemingly Lost! (Not to Mention Suicidal!) WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE JOYFUL ONES, OR THE PEOPLE THAT GOT IT ALL GOING ON! THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE THAT ARE LOST, DEPRESSED, SUICIDAL (ETC) (WHICH IS WHAT THIS STORY IS ABOUT!) A LOST, DEPRESSED, SUICIDAL 14 YEAR OLD BOY, WHO'S A CRYBABY AND HATED AND DISLIKED BY ALMOST EVERYONE HE KNOWS, WHO TRIES TO FIND HAPPINESS AND A REASON TO LIVE! THIS STORY IS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE MENTAL ILLNESSES! My story may not help people with depression and other mental illnesses, But It MAY help people who don't have a mental illness or don't have a lot of mental illnesses, Understand what it's like and what people go through who DO Have a mental illness or illnesses! Note: I'm not promising or necessary saying that It WILL HELP CERTAIN PEOPLE, I'm just saying that it MIGHT! But anyway, Let me tell you my Insane story, Shall I!?
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Friday: 2:15 PM

After crying In the bathroom for 25 minutes, I quickly rush out the bathroom stall, I quickly wash my hands, and then I quickly rush out the bathroom, and quickly rush back to the class that I was in, Which was... *Sigh* WORLD HISTORY!

"Mr. Mccunningham, Where the hell have you been all this time!?" Yelled my World History Teacher, Mr. Cristobal. "I was in the bathroom, Sir!" I replied as I walked back to my seat. "You've been in that bathroom the ENTIRE TIME!?" Mr. Cristobal asked in Confusion. "You've Literally missed almost Half the damn class!" He said. Now that WAS TRUE, I legit DID Miss almost HALF the class... BUT IT WAS AN EMERGENCY!

I really DID have to go to the bathroom! I didn't say I had to JUST so I can escape the class like most people do!

I'm a man of my word, So if I say I have to go to the bathroom, I really DO HAVE TO GO!

You see, Mr. Cristobal was that type of teacher that did not play. NORMALLY IF I WOULD'VE BEEN IN THE BATHROOM FOR MORE THEN 5 MINUTES, I WOULD'VE HAD TO STAY AFTER CLASS TO MAKE UP FOR THE TIME THAT I MISSED! BUT EVER SINCE I SHOWED HIM MY DOCTOR'S NOTE LAST WEEK, HE KINDA LET'S ME GET AWAY WITH IT! AND THANK GOD FOR THAT!

"Psst, Hey Aubrey, Come over here!" Chad whispered.

I get up outta my seat and I quickly walk over to Chad's desk.

"Dude, What the hell were you doing in that damn bathroom all that time!?" Chad whispered in a aggressive tone.

"Nothing man, I was just pissing and crapping" I replied.

"Dude... Were you masterbating!?" Chad whispered while looking at me dead in the eye. "What!? Ew, Dude no!" I quickly replied. "Aubrey, It's okay!" He said. "You can tell me, I PROMISE I WON'T TELL ANYONE!" He added. "Look Chad, I PROMISE YOU I did not masterbate in the bathroom!" I said. "*Sigh* Look man, I was crying in the bathroom the whole time!" I said to him with a depressed look on my face.

"Dude, Are you good!?" When Chad said that to me, I immediately burst into tears. You see, I was FINE just a second ago, But once he found out why I was in the bathroom for so long, He IMMEDIATELY realized that I was not okay! You see, I didn't burst into tears because I was depressed at that moment, I burst into tears because he found out why I was in the bathroom for so long, Which was due to my depression, Which I didn't want him to know!

You see, Chad ALWAYS knew I was depressed, He knew ever since I moved into North Carolina!

But see, I don't wanna feed him my negative energy, You know what I mean!? I don't want HIM to feel depressed just because I AM!

Which is why sometimes I like to hide it! So that way, I don't bring HIM down, Just because I'M down, 85% of the time!

As soon as I started crying, That's when he immediately got up from his desk and hugged me, And when he hugged me, That's when I started crying even more!

"What's wrong, My love!?" He asked me. "Well, My life is going down the drain!" I said to him, While bawling my eyes out. "How?" He asked. "Well, No one likes me, Everybody treats me like shit, All the women are shady to me, My family treats me like shit, My teachers treat me like shit, Almost EVERYBODY TREATS ME LIKE SHIT AND I DON'T GET IT!" I told him. "I mean I'm a nice guy, I don't really bother anyone, and People just use it to their advantage and piss me off!" I told him.

After I told him why my life was going downhill, He puts both his hands on my cheeks and lifts my face up and looks at me dead in the eye and says: "Dude, I'm so sorry about that!" After he said those words to me, I smiled and I quickly and tightly hugged him, Because when he said those words to me, I knew that he GENUINELY felt sorry for me and that he GENUINELY CARED about how I feel! And that's why I love him so much!

Chad's not just my best friend, He's my best best friend, He's my BESTEST FRIEND! You see, Unlike everybody else, He's the only one that ACTUALLY Loves me and cares about me 100%!

I always loved him. He's the one that's there for me when no one else is.

He's the one I can lean on.

He's the shoulder I can cry on.

He's the one that makes me strong when I feel weak!

He's the one I can tell all my problems to! When Nobody's there, HE'S THERE! And that's why I love him so!

Y'know, I Always wanted Chad to be my girlfriend, Or should I say... Boyfriend!

I mean, We did make out one time,

But he probably doesn't remember!

But oh well!

"Umm... What the hell are y'all Two doing!?" Mr. Cristobal asked as he got up from his desk. "Nothing sir, We're just hugging!" I quickly replied as me and chad slowly backed away from each other and went back to our seats!

As soon as me and Chad sat back down, That's when the bell rings!

"Alright everybody, Class is Dismissed, Anybody who did not finish and turn in their missing assignments, Finish it and turn it in, And I'll see y'all Monday" Mr. Cristobal Yelled.

Me and Chad quickly pack up our things and quickly rush out the classroom to go outside and catch the bus, But unfortunately, we were too late, so we ended up walking home instead.