The Visor's Visions

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I'm sitting in an alleyway, as 1 AM ticks on my visor. I slowly look at the stars above me, huddling into my jacket. I look over, seeing a figure in a black hoodie and jeans. My visor scans the figure, revealing it to be Callie.

"Callie?" I ask into the cold darkness.

I see Callie jump and jolt, my voice must have clearly startled her. She tilts her head to the side, looking at me.

"Cameron?" Callie questions back, pushing back her hood. "What are you doing out here so late at night?"

I look down and sigh, the cold and damp air being filled with my warm breath. A puff of smoke emerges from my mouth, and I look back up at Callie, standing before me.

"It's nothing much. I come out here when I'm reflecting. What about you, why have you come here?" I inquired.

"I just can't seem to catch some shut-eye. Everything that is happening, both now and from the past, is revealing its true colors."

"Yeah, same here."

I feel Callie sit down now to me, the sidewalk block filled with our emotions and stress. I can feel her vibe right next to me, but I choke on my words before I can let them through my vocal cords.

"So, Cameron, what's exactly on your mind?"

I let my mind run with thoughts, but I have a tough time translating them into words. The only word I can seem to let out is.."Depression"

"Depression? Why depression?"

"There's a lot that's been going on," I pause, before turning towards the night sky. "I don't exactly know how to put it into words."

"Just let it flow, I'm here to listen to you."

I hesitate lightly. Perhaps the thought of Callie having open ears and an open mind encouraged me to speak. But before I can say anything, I feel the faucet in my eyes turn. I sniffle, and Callie seems to notice quickly that I am ready to bawl my eyes out.

"What's the matter, Cameron? Is the thought of your past being revisualized hard to tell?"

"No, Callie, I don't have a problem with telling you, I just find it hard to collect the right words."

I begin my summary of my story.

"It's so stressful that I've had to put up with Ryan bullying me, and trying to pick on you. My mom is now in prison for the slice on the face you see just above my visor too. I don't know about you Callie, but.."

I freeze, leaning down and crying into my knees.

"What don't you know about me?"

"Callie, I just want to slit my wrists. There is little to no hope that I can stand for. It's pointless to keep trying."

Callie blinks rapidly, taking in what I just said. She wraps her arm around me, hugging me and patting my back as my tears below the visor appear.

"Don't do this to yourself, Cam... You matter to me. To everybody else."

She wipes away my tears of salt and sorrow. My visor falls within her gaze, as she picks my head up with her hand.

"You matter so much to me, and you still have your entire life to live. We aren't even finished sophomore year! There is life outside school and work, we just need a shiny perspective to realize it's there." Callie says, a sense of gentleness in her tone.

"Yeah, but then you have my mom who abused me every second of my life until she was put behind bars."

"Yes, you've been wounded by the cruelty of your mom, the bullies, the world even. However, it has not made you cruel. You are good, you matter."