WARNING: This is a short story involving hints of a suicidal attempt, depression, and emotional trauma...please do not read this is you cant handle this. thank you

This is a short story about something I experienced a while ago. I wanted to express it threw a little story involving Gardon and a new OC named Damondo. Damondo is a demonic entity tied threw Gardon's trauma and anger. (he will get his own reef sheet in time). Please excuse my horrible grammar I'm not much of a story writer . (if this breaks any rules let me know and ill take this down)

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Gardon sat there on the couch scrolling threw his Facebook feed. The more he looked at all the posts about his friends being happy or his family having fun, the more heart broken he felt. He has always been a introvert. staying inside playing games all day avoiding social interaction, but he still loved his friends, but he started growing distant from everyone. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he talked to them he was losing them.... all his childhood friends forgetting he existed. This bringing tears to his eyes. that's when it happened. he started to spiral. "no one remembers me anymore! no one wants to hang out with me!" gardon yelled as he grabed his snout crying. he didn't want to call family because to them he was just overthinking and blowing things out of proportion, and they would be right. he had no one to call. no one who could help him stop this depression from winning. gardon's cry's turned into heavy sobs, he was getting desperate for help. he called everyone he knew family, friend, therapist, but no one answered they were all busy. gardon looked at his phone shaking as tears dripped down his soft scaly cheek. he had one more hope. he dialed the suicide prevention number. he looked at the number for a minute. "would they care?....would they listen...?" as gardon spoke he started to think. "there just gonna throw me in the hospital" In a emotional rage he threw the phone letting in smack on the wooden floor, at that moment all hope was lost. he felt alone. he felt broken. Never has he though his life would come to this. a broken man. he looked at the coffee table infront of the couch and picked up a bottle of his prescription meds. his mind filled with horrible thoughts. his eyes filled with tears as he placed his finger on the cap, but something didn't feel right. he felt a strange darkness in his apartment. he griped the bottle cap oblivious to the dark entity behind him. as he opened the bottle he felt something tightly grip his wrist stopping his from moving the bottle to his snout. he looked down to see a dark black scaly hand gripping him. in confusion and fear he looked behind him. the entity grabbing him was tall, muscular, almost like a mirror image of him but...the opposite. gardon was a chubby croc but the entity was a well built croc with black and purple scales. the design of his scales matched Gardons design. the entity griped his wrist tight as he looked deep into Gardons eyes. "drop the pills." the entity's voice was deep and masculine. tears filled gardons eyes once again as the pills fell to the ground. the entity grabed Gardons other wrist tightly forcing him to face the entity. All four of the entity's eyes looked down on him as he spoke. "your life is priceless Gardon. your life is more valuable then you say." gardon broke down. he fell into the dark crocs arms sobbing at what he almost did. " your to young to let death take you. if I have to stay with you in order to make that happen then i will." the empathy that the demonic croc gave off made Gardon cry harder. he hugged the croc tighter than ever before. even though he was hugging a demon...Gardon didn't care...he had someone who will help him through this.

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this was my first ever short story so im sorry if is confusing or bad haha i just wanted to share with you guys. i love you all