Chapter 12
Jayden was picking the label off his cup and shredding it into little pieces.
He was beyond nervous. He had spent the whole of yesterday evening scouring the internet about depression, and…
And it was awful.
Jayden never had met anyone with depression before. He heard about the odd famous suicide in the news, and the people who threw themselves under trains and buggered up the transport system for hours, and there was that godawful poster of a crying woman in the nurse’s office at school with the number for The Samaritans on the bottom, but that was about all. He hadn’t known where to begin.
The Wikipedia page, for once, hadn’t really helped. Nor had the NHS website because he didn’t know the first thing about any kind of depression, so how was he to know whether Darren had
