Everything was going good. No one bothered me at school and I was perfectly fine. I and Felix hung out more ever since that day. He never said anything that would trigger my depression, he was always careful about that. I and Felix have been friends for three months now. Felix was able to make my life better! I'm no longer depressed! I can finally have a happy life! At Least that's what I thought. I knew that eventually, Felix would ask me about my past. February 3rd, that was the day that Felix asked me. At first, I was really surprised, and then I was just quiet. I knew this would happen. Why was I so surprised? I thought if I was quiet enough then he would just tell me to forget it but he asked me again. "Please tell me everything about your past." So I did, I told him everything from the very beginning. I told how my parents never loved me but still had me. I told him how no matter how young I was they still beat me up. I told him what my father would do to me when my mother wasn't around. I told him that my mother thought that I was her punching bag. I told him that I was emotionless for most of my life. I'm surprised that he didn't ask why I was no longer emotionless. I'm no longer emotionless because I met him, Felix Morgan, but of course, I could never tell him that. When it was all over I was no longer crying, but I was relieved that I finally got all of that off my chest. After we talked we went and got ice cream and just talked. We talked about some of the most stupidest things, but we still talked. It was nice, I could finally have a normal conversation with someone, even if it's him.