the ballad of dakota (DISCONTINUED)

amor confuso

As I went to my 3rd and 4th period, my teachers phone rings.

As he picks the phone to answer it, he then hung up.

'Dakota Rivera you're getting picked up.' Mr. Scott said as he adjusts his deep pitch black glasses.

I got up from my seat and started packing my things.

And as I got done with that I exited the classroom.

As I saw my mom's car I ran toward it.

And opened the passenger door.

'We are going to a doctor's appointment.' My dad said.

I looked at him with the expression of curiosity.

'why?' I asked curiously and worryingly.

'because you've been doing those deep cuts on your arms since the first day.' my dad replied.

'And you won't tell me what's wrong.' My dad added.

He wasn't as happy as he used to be. He sounds so serious and grumpy.

I began to worry. I never liked it when my dad gets serious and mad.

As we arrived there, we both went inside and sat down at the waiting room.

It took at least 2 to 3 hours of waiting due to how many people there were.

And then I see a doctor coming out of the hallway.

'Dakota?' she said.

I got up from my seat.

'Hi sweetie! Good to see you! Now come and follow me!' she said with a grin on her face.

As I followed her to the room she told me to sit down on the deep crimson seat.

Once I sat down, I felt comfortable.

The doctor started asking me questions about my mental health and how me and my family are doing.

After 5 minutes of asking those questions the doctor told me to wait.

As she leaves the room, I take a quick glance at the room and the things around me.

She came back and sat down at a blue chair.

'So, Dakota..' she said.

'Do you take any medications?' The doctor added.

I shake my head.

And she began writing for a minute.

'do you have any suicidal ideations?' she asked confidently.

I could already feel my stomach twisting.

'No.' I said.

I already knew where this was all going.

'Does your family love you?' she asked.

I nodded.

She wrote something down again.

She kept going on and on with the personal questions.

After she was done, she left the room for a bit.

I lied down on the sofa I was on and looked at the roof.

I wondered how Natalie is feeling right now.

I hoped that she was gonna be okay.

After the doctors appointment, I went home at 4 pm.

As we went home, I quietly went to my room.

I closed the door and lied on my bed.

"Why can't I stop thinking about her?" I thought to myself.

Natalie looks cute and all but it's not that I like her.

Right?

I'm sure I like her as a friend!

I'm 100% sure that I'll get over it soon enough!

But everytime I think it's all of her that's on my mind!

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Do I like like her? Or do I just like her?

My brain keeps babbling about these things and wouldn't shut up.

I sighed and went on my phone.

I scrolled and scrolled through social media.

And I still thought about her.

I blushed when I thought about Natalie.

She was a pretty and beautiful girl.

I shaked my head left and right like any cartoon character would when they have to snap out of something.

I then remembered how she hugged me and held my hand in science.

Maybe she likes me.

Not just the word like but the word "like like".

I sighed heavily.

'do I even like her?' I murmured.

Most of this is confusing.

I don't understand how people who get into the same situation could solve it so easily.

Love is so confusing sometimes.