Rose blinked her eyes open after waking up from a constant horrid dream of blazing fire scattered in the place where two people screamed for help. They were shadows in Rose’s eyes, their appearance was blurred she could not see their faces properly but they looked at Rose straight in the eyes. It was then the alarm clock was to make a noise. She went about her day to work. The white tile floor reflected the flickering of lights above Rose O’Quinn’s head as the sound of her heels echoed in the empty corridor. Her white jacket flutters every step she took, her feet came to halt before the glass door and entered her office. Piles of documents filled her desk but each paper serves a story behind her patient’s mental state and only Rose could unravel the truth behind. Was it curiosity that leads her to such an extent? or is there something to gain from involving herself to them?
Description This story will revolve on the depression and how my characters cope up with this. Depression is always an alarming disease. If you're suffering to one you should read this one to feel you're not alone. I'm here. I'm also a patient. Let's heal as one by escaping through this story.