Everything's pretty much sucked for Nadia. The once happy, lively, immature girl was now a broken, sick, and depressed girl. She hadn't meant to do it. She got really high, and drunk, her feelings got the best of her. She knew the drugs weren't going to kill her, she hadn't taken enough for them to do anymore but make her sleepy. So she resorted to the razor, which she always kept with her. She never wanted her life to end, a she was glad Eric had saved her, no matter how much she said she hated him for rescuing her.

Nadia sat agaisnt the cold brick wall of the secret courtyard. Her dark, usually neat hair was messy and hung over her once bright green eyes. She wore a pair of hip hugging jeans, a blue spiderman shirt and a black hoodie. Her knee's were drawn up to her body and she hugged them close. She hadn't cried the whole time she was sick, she barely said more then a couple of sentences to think of it. But now the tears were welling up behind her eyes. The pain of almost a year of tears, she tried to hold back. It was pointless though, Nadia bit her lip hard as tears freely fell from her eyes.

Nadia bit her lip harder, she felt a tinge of blood trickle down hr chin, damn it. She brought her finger to her lip and wipped the blood away. She wipped it on the grass and then leaned back agaisnt the cold wall. he sucked on her bottom lip to make sure the blood was gone. She hated this feeling, this feeling of what the therapist called 'depression' she wasn't the kind of person to be depressed, she was happy, lively, fun. She had been an idiot, she wanted to stop all of this from happening. It was because of her that Eric was no longer with Mac, and it was her fault that tey were fighting. Nadia had occupied Eric's time, whether she had anted to or not. It was also her fault that now her and her brother were barely talking, Eric wanted the best for Nadia and Nadia didn't want Eric to worry about her or whats going on. He had to focus on Mac, not her. Nadia sighed loudly and shivered at the cool breeze that came by quickly. She hated this.

Nadia hated crying, she wasn't one too cry. All her life, she held the tears back. When her parents fought, she never cried. When her and Eric fought, she never cried. Kids picked on her? She got pissed, but never cried. She guessed it took a near death experience to realize that crying is the souls way of filtering all the bad out of you. Crying felt good, each tear made her feel a bit better. Nadia wipped her eyes, only to smudge her eye liner that much more, damn!

Her brother was takingt he situation out of context, she thought it was Max's fault, but it wasn't. Nadia wanted the ebst for Max, and if that emant he would be happy with somebody else, that was fine. Nadia was just one to many drugs that night, she didn't know what she was doing. She didn't want to die, she was glad she didn't. She wanted to be herself again, but almost dying really makes you think on things, she was spiraling into depression, the only place she didn't want to be.

She her footsteps. She wipped her eyes again and slowly looked up at the person who had taken a seat a bit aways from her, probably not wanting to get in Nadia's pesonal area. She really didn't want someone to see her crying, especially when she reconized the guy as Derrek, the boy from the club almost a year ago. ''Errr. Im Derek. Hope you don't mind. Just needed some fresh air'' Nadia pushed her dark bangs from her eyes and looked over at him.
"I'm Nadia. i'm pretty sure we met once before" She said softly, her voice a bit raspy, but it soon went back to its usually tone. "And it's all right. I don't mind. I was just...thinking" She said looking at her shoes then back at Derrek. He was defiantly cute, still as cute as ever, and Nadia looked like a mess, perfect just perfect.

Nadia wasn't sure if Derrek would remember her. She was different before, way more hyper and alive. She was nothing like that now. Her hair no longer had the bright strips of blone, it was now a solid black with brown highlights. Her make up was looking like crap and she put no personality into her outfit. ''Like. Nadia from the club?'' So he did remember. She smield weakly and nodded.
" That would be me" She said simply, tucking her hair behind her ears and pushing her bangs from her eyes. ''What happened to your smile?'' His childish comment made her smile, not a fake smile but a true smile, though it was small. Derrek skooted closer to her and gently lifted her chin, he wipped her tears away and for once Nadia felt like someone was actually thinking about her.
"Thanks" She said softly.

''No idea what you were thinking about, but I hope I never have those thoughts'' Nadia nodded in agreement. Derek put an arm around her waist, it was a comforting arm, really nice of him. Nadia snuggled into Derek and rested her head on his shoulder.
" I hope you don't eathier, your to sweet to have to worry about what I am" She said closing her eyes for a second, to make sure there were no tears, Nadia really couldn't cry anymore, her body had a limited amount of tears and dried up quickly. So now, instead of crying she was just feeling like crap--was this what depression felt like?

Derek asked her sweetly if she wanted to share her problems, she hadn't even shared her probelms with her own brother, why share them with a almost stranger.
"I'm not sure you want to know" She said moving a bit closer to him when another breeze of cool air swept over them. For some reason it felt liek it would be easier to tell Derek, maybe telling someone who wasn't as close to her was easier then telling someone who would cared to much.
"Really, to make a long story super short....You do some god damn stupid stuff when your on drugs, especially when you have as many problems as I do" She said biting his abused lip gently. She wasn't going to get into detail, about her trying to kill herself, and getting sick, Derek probably didn't want to hear her whine about all her issues.