Title: Depression BoyINT. BEDROOM - DAYWe see a cluttered room with dim lighting. A teenage boy, SAM, sits on his bed, staring blankly at the wall.SAM: (Monologue) Another day, another struggle to get out of bed. It's like there's a weight pressing down on me, making every movement feel impossible.Sam's phone buzzes with a notification. He glances at it apathetically before tossing it aside.SAM: (Monologue) Friends checking in, asking how I'm doing. How do I even begin to explain this feeling? The emptiness, the numbness—it's consuming.Sam's mom, MRS. JOHNSON, knocks on the door and enters.MRS. JOHNSON: Sam, honey, are you okay?SAM: Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. Just tired.MRS. JOHNSON: You've been spending a lot of time in here lately. Is there anything you want to talk about?SAM: (Avoiding eye contact) I'm just going through some stuff, Mom. I'll be okay.Mrs. Johnson looks concerned but respects Sam's space.MRS. JOHNSON: Alright, sweetheart. Just remember, I'm here for you whenever you're ready to talk.After Mrs. Johnson leaves, Sam sinks deeper into his thoughts. The room grows darker as the day fades into evening.SAM: (Monologue) It's like I'm drowning in a sea of darkness, and I can't seem to find my way back to the surface. Every day feels like a battle, and I'm just too exhausted to keep fighting.Suddenly, Sam's phone buzzes again. This time, he hesitantly picks it up.FRIEND (via text): Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm here for you. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here to listen.Sam stares at the message for a moment, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.SAM: (Monologue) Maybe I'm not as alone as I thought.With a newfound sense of determination, Sam starts typing a reply.SAM: (Texting) Thanks, man. I really appreciated