Depressed Pink Novels & Stories

“Babe, you don’t understand! I can’t wear pale pink polish!” “What about hot pink?” “No! That’s even worse, I need like a sassy pink or maybe an angry pink,” “An angry pink?” Emrys questioned as he watched Ostana bicker to Laker about nail polish, I laughed and pushed both boys out of the way. Laker and Emrys reflected each other's faces as Ostana was deep in thought, peering over each polish bottle, her finger twirling a strand of her raven black hair.

She says sounding flustered. "Will you straighten it for me." She sighed while looking down. Why does she always look so sad and depressed? Amber's P.O.V Nina perfectly straightens my hair and I carefully place a pink and black headband on, being careful not to mess up Nina's hard work. I apply some simple and natural makeup with darker lips before opening the door to go downstairs. As Nina and I begin to make our way to the stairwell the sound of a deep voice stops me.

Dee barreled through the front door, Summer laughing on her heels. She seemed happy, considering she'd been upset the night before. Christ, her eyes. When she smiled like she meant it, when it wasn't out of politeness or something forced, she could bring down satellites. She stole my breath. Her battle with depression had the fear of God nipping at my heels for years. But this...this was all her. The real her she almost never let out of the box. Dee held up a very small yellow bikini and grinned wickedly. "It'll look good on our girl here, yeah?"

Pink reminded him. "Yes. Because things had changed for you and pack suited you. You realized your position improved by playing the supportive pack members and thus you did," Sebestian said candidly. "Nonsense," Pink replied coldly. Sebestian looked at her with disbelief as he asked her something he had never asked before, "If you truly care for me and All n let me ask you this. Did you never notice Allen struggles with self-worth issues? That he hurts himself when he gets sad or depressed?"

Even my curvy lips were devoid of color. My eyes were the color of a dull washed blue. They looked like the aftermaths of a stormy night and told distant tales of sadness. I was tall compared to most of the girls. My body curved in a smooth wave which made my hips wide and my waist very slim to connect with a full round butt. Looking at my reflection every morning was something I needed to stop doing because it was one of the reasons I was depressed most of the time. Who wouldn't be depressed having a face looking like a cloud's ass? I sighed before moving away from the mirror.

"Words are cheap, Jack. We need to see some action here, if you're to be believed." I turned Debbie to the side and walked her into my bedroom. There were a dozen pink roses on each side of the bed, and a single long-stem lying on the middle pillow. 'I'm Sorry' was spelled out in red rose petals in the middle of the bed.

"I can't... I can't..." "Yes, you can!" Kieran's voice, fierce and certain. "You're a Nightshade. We don't break!" One final surge of agony— And then suddenly, blissfully, it was over. I stood on four legs, panting and disoriented. The world looked different. Smelled different. Everything was sharper, clearer, more intense. I glanced down at my paws and froze. They were pink. Pale, iridescent pink, like cherry blossoms or rose quartz.

“You can't. You already cut the flowers and torn the plastic wraps, you don't have any choice now but to give those to her. Just don't feel sad when you see her cringe at the sight of the box. It looks..” Carmina paused as she thinks of the right word. “Too much,” she chirped then cringed. "Wow. Thanks," Sebastian replied sarcastically. "I'm just stating the fact, Seb. Pink is not exclusive for girls and not all of us are fond of that color. I actually hate pink!" He didn't respond and just sighed again whilst shaking his head. It was definitely an epic fail. Why did he thought about pink anyway? He's certainly screwed! What if Carmina was right? She'll be disappointed and if that happens, h

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.