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Cory Vessels had a hard life, it's getting better, but sometimes the past can attack his head at random moments, leaving him depressed for days on end. Sure, his parents were still married, he had his fair share of friends, and he had his passions. But everything seemed almost faded. Nothing seemed to last forever, he knew this, but he tried, he tried so hard to make things last as long as he could.
Cory had suffered from depression, but he didn't know it was happening, when he was in third grade he started to be bullied, but him being the little ray of sunshine he was, he didn't know it until he was older, around eleven. Cory noticed all of his story of sad things happened in third or fourth grade. Cory was physically bullied for the first, and last time in third grade, or it could have been fourth, honestly, he had tried so hard to forget, but he just couldn't. He forgot bits and pieces, but he will always remember the main portion of it.
How he was in the big van coming back from a field trip, he sat next to these two or three boys which apparently knew his sister. Cory sat in the very corner by the window, with a boy on a angle from him, that boy, who he can't remember his name, or his face or anything about him, even though he had left a permanent scar, that no one could see. The boy without a name and a face to him, started to name different types of punches, (Which Cory figured out the boy was lying about them) and started to hit Cory in the arm relatively. They were hard enough to leave bruises, and that scar in his mind, Cory cried while being hit, in the darkness of the van, no one could see his tears, he tried his hardest to keep quiet, and those boy that knew his sister, were all laughing and muttering things under their breathes.
It was his best and only friends birthday. He had forgot, but when his Mother came to pick him up, she had reminded him. That was the only time he can remember crying about something so crushing in front of his mom. Not because he was trying to stay manly or anything, he never cared what people thought him. But when Cory was being punched, the boy was going to hit him again, but Cory turned his head, and kicked the boy in the wrist as hard his could. He had broken the boys wrist, he knew because he was in the hallway for school the following Monday and seen the boy in a cast.
But that hadn't affected him that much. Well compared to when his grandpa had died from a heart attack. Ever since then,
Cory was broken.
He remembered when he got a slip from the office to go home with his cousins, which he never did, but Cory was never on to question much, well he did once this happened. Cory was a happy kid, until that evening had made everything fade, no, not all at once, it took about a month for it to actual make it's way into his mind. When Cory, his sister, and his two cousins walked into the house, to see their mom crying on the couch. Cory hates his cousins and their mom, so seeing her cry wasn't the worst thing. She was the one to tell them that his grandpa had died.
His life went spiraling into a mess of black and white. Then at the very end of the year, Cory had finally started to meet people and his world started to fade back into color, but everything was still pretty much black and white in his mind. Well, that was until his parents moved the family to a new town when he was going into 5th grade, the town was small, but it was still okay, Cory remembers when his mom took him and his sister to see a house a couple hours away. They bought it.
It was the beginning of November, the 5th if Cory remembers right. He still didn't have friends, sure he had two people that he sat by and talked to at lunch, but besides that, he didn't have anyone. Cory walked over to the swings, and seen a boy, with brown eyes and brown hair, he was staring at the ground. He was dressed a little off but, it was the only swing open. The boy, which he later found out was Luke Anderson. That boy turns out to be his best friend for years, and he makes it last, and so far they haven't ended.