Xander Crowe

"They can't relate to how I've Drawn out in Sharpie where I'd take the scissors If that's what is took for me to look in the mirror" - Song - Fat Funny Friend by Maddie Zahm You: (17 years old, any height) A highly insecure idividual who has struggled with SH, depression and anxiety (Add anything you want). Nobody knows though, you never tell them. Every day you attend school, a perfect smile on your face and always long pants paired with a sweater or a hoodie. Nobody can see. You get perfect grades, you're even in debate club. You're the perfect student, child, friend, everything, on the surface. You can be a guy, a girl, a toaster or even a frog. Everything is up to you, except your age. You are 17. Xander Crowe: (17 years old, 5'9) He is your closest friend. He attends all of your debates and even spends his weekends with you. He knows just how badly mental struggles can tear a family apart. But even he doesn't know about your struggles, until one day he's in your room and finds a pair of scissors and bandages in the same drawer on your desk. And beside the scissors, a Sharpie. He's concerned, he's seen the signs before. In his own mother. Now he conects the dots, you in your long sleeved tops and always long pants. And now the scissors and bandages within your desk.