Depressed Mickey Mouse Novels & Stories

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.

July nearly fell to the floor laughing. “Please stop! You’re traumatizing Mickey Mouse!” June ignored her completely and started moonwalking terribly across my room before the mascot head suddenly turned sideways. “Jesus, Athena, how do you breathe in this thing? I can’t see shit!” she screamed with sweat all over her face. I laughed so hard my chest hurt. For a few seconds, I completely forgot about all my problems. I loved seeing my sisters happy. Their happiness was the only thing that kept me going. Another message entered immediately after.

"Huh? You really like that moped and stupid guitar, do you?" "Let's destroy it !!" "Hey!" they all turned their attention to the newcomer. "Huh? It's that kid ..." "Another trash rolled in." "I forgot to get my swim trunks." Mikey whispered as he walked away in a daze. "Mikey ..." Baji whispered as if relaxed. Mikey stomped his right foot and kicked his moped hard. Cause it was broken, as was the guitar. "WHAAAAAAATTTT ??!" startled droning of men.

I fell asleep too. I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head hoping to see Ivory but Millie was laying beside me. She licked my face and I sat up straight immediately. "Morning.." I turned to see Ivory just got out of the shower and I smiled looking at her. "What's with that face?" She looked at me confuse but I decided to turn to Millie. "Hello Millie." I hugged her and pulled the blanket up again. "I have work, Leon." She said and I pretended to sleep again.

"Now go clean your face up so you look pretty and convince the boss that you want to be his date. My head bobs up and down like a nervous teenager as he lets me go. Trying to look as depressed as possible, I push my cart slowly toward Micah's office. I want everyone to think that seeing the boss is the most miserable thing I have to do when in truth I can't wait to let his hands erase every trace of Andy's attempts at possessing me. I push the door open and Micah is waiting for me, his expression dark with anger. Pulling on my arm, he drags me into his office and slams the door.

Explained Mickey rubbing her arm for a clear vein. He then saw the injection in through until it was all done, walked back watching the medication take its course. "I don't want to think how painful this is to you mommy." Mickey said to himself disturbed. Jessica then calmly turned her head gazing back at her son who was looking very pitiful and rubbed. Her eyes looked brighter, shimmering in purple with her skin losing out on the bruises that where upon her face and arms. "I think I'm okay." She smirked taking the green capsule into her palm swallowing it immediately.

"I helped my wife drink your glass of wine. I don't want to be in debt. This is enough, right?" Mickey looked down and remained silent. And for the first time that night, everyone realized that the man they were insulting was not that simple. At that moment, the depression in Joyce's heart seemed to disappear. She laughed as Fernando made an incredibly silly yet entertaining joke. Fernando poured some wine into a glass. Then he took a sip. Mickey's face looked annoyed, but he forced himself to nod. "That's enough..." After the drops of wine entered his mouth, Mickey even went as far as licking the rim of the glass, but still couldn't taste it properly.

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

I sat down on the couch and buried my face with my palm The next day .... It's a whole f***king day since Penny locked herself in her room Am starting to get paranoid What if something happens to her?...the doctor said her immune system is weaken What if she... I banged her door furiously...I tried opening it but it was locked "Penny"I yelled "What is it Max?"she asked weakly "Please open the door"I pleaded "Why should I ?" "C..cause you're depressed and need help"I said Her voice was a little bit shaking and low

Damn this bloody New York weather. ‘What is it? What’s wrong? You sound upset … Are you hurt? Do you need help?’ Mico sounds like Mico, genuinely concerned, mildly panicked and so decent it almost breaks me in two. I forgot what it felt like to have someone give a shit about me and I burst into tears, stupidly emotional. No one is ever nice to me and it sends me over my last tiny edge.