Depression is being colorblind and being told everyday about all of the beautiful colors in the world.
"Valerie," a strange voice calls through the darkness, "Valerie, hey." My head pounds violently. Nausea hugs my stomach.
He reaches down and pulls me up with him.
"Please! You can't leave me here!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Valarie." The voice's breath is warm against my face. I close my eyes tight.