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Uh... I was on board from the beginning? Or maybe not... So many people. O.o

How does one successfully cope with depression?

Hola, friend! What's up?? Welcome to the nation of creation, where we can take a vacation, as we're chillin like villains and making friends without end. 

"Learn.. about.. world.. World is bad. Danger-ous. World evil." She said, referring to the countless hours of brainwashing she had experienced. "Write.. read.. speak.. good?" She asked, "Safety is good. Am I safe?" Scarlett tilted her head to the side, curious as to what he was talking to her...

Finally, school has taught me something useful. It turns out the voices in my head (yes, I literally have those), aren't me going crazy. They're tulpas! Personalities that form in my head and speak to me! Just google it.  Feel free to remove me from your followers due to my insanely sounding...

Scarlett was pulled to her feet, cringing as she worried about Henry trying to fix her. She looked at him hesitantly when he told her that he wasn't going to try and make her better, and she eased, if only slightly. When the dog came bursting into the room, Scarlett jumped slightly, closing her...

"Scientist evil," she spat, "You want to make me better." Her words were starting to form into better sentences, mainly because she had heard that phrase for the majority of her life. "I don't need to be better!" she whimpered, "You help me, and then hurt me!" Scarlet pulled her head back, as if...

She stared down at Henry, her breathing still heavy and her mind filled with alarm. His struggling took her off guard, causing her to clamp her hands down firmly on his shoulder blades, a growl escaping her throat. When he placed his hands on her shoulders, Scarlett quickly reacted, letting go...

Fear surged through Scarlett's mind as soon as Henry confirmed her fears. She cringed upon hearing a phrase that she knew and hated all too well. The phrase that began her life of misery and pain, 'make things better.' She zoned out when he blabbed about the things he had made, and barely...

Scarlett snarled at Henry when he entered the kitchen, before realizing it was only him, and began to calm down, if only a bit. She frowned when he fired questions at her, the only thing that really registered was the thought of being hungry. Her irregularly thin stomach growled at the thought...

Scarlett tilted her head to the side, confusion written on her face. "Warn people... Yes. Okay." She nodded, determination written on her pale face. Her confusion only grew as he grew more angry, and the girl slowly started to back away once more, afraid he was still mad at her for healing him...

The girl looked puzzled at the language Henry was speaking, and tried to focus more on the task at hand. Healing him. She was almost finished, too, when Henry pushed her away. Frowning, Scarlett quickly brought her lips down on his hand again, only to be scolded again. This time, she pulled...

Scarlett jumped back when Henry turned to her with the fire. She gave him a hesitant and untrusting look, slowly increasing the distance between the two of them. She almost tripped over another one of Henry's inventions when he grew agitated, and quickly moved the tortch around. "N-not safe."...

Scarlett had remained under the bed for God knows how long, trying to piece her thoughts together. "Safe place." She had finally confirmed, debating on whether or not she should go talk to the stranger again. After a little while, she slowly peaked her head out from beneath the bed, and upon...