Unexpected (lesbian story)

The depression

May

It drew to a close slowly, and painfully. School was finishing up. Senior year was ending. Everyone was ecstatic. Everyone, except me. My school work was better than ever. Because it was all I did. I went to school. Went home and did my work. Sat in my room, in the dark, alone, for hours. Empty. Then went to bed. And it just went on. And on.  

June

Graduation. Speeches. Caps and gowns. Dresses. Suits and ties. Shoes. Finishing last minute work. Finals. Everyone bustling about. I felt invisible. Nobody saw me as they were so busy with their own lives. I still had nightmares every night. I woke up screaming. I constantly saw Juliet. Her body hanging limp on the ceiling fan. A noose around her neck. Sometimes in the nightmares, she spoke to me. She yelled at me that it was all my fault. She was dead and I was responsible. I pushed everyone away. Including Angel. She ended up moving to the next room. She was losing too much sleep. And as much she cared for me, she too was busy with graduation. At least, that's what she told me. 

July 

Angel asked me nearly everyday if any colleges had accepted me yet. The truth was, I hadn't applied to any. Right around the time that Juliet had- died, I had been getting ready to send some applications to various colleges. But then it happened.  And I never did. My future seemed like some sort of black hole with no meaning. I had no intention of going to college. I had no intention of doing anything at all. I basically sat there with a blank look on my face, staring at my bedroom wall a majority of the time. It didn't bore me. I saw no point to doing anything else. 

August

"That's it" Angel stated, throwing a suitcase on my bed. I stared at her.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You have been depressed for nearly three months now. And I know that you haven't applied to any colleges. I understand that your best friend killed herself. I understand that you loved her, and can't be expected to just move on. But you can't just stop living because somebody else does. You're going to become like your dad after your parents divorce. You're just going to disappear one day. And I love you Violet. And care about you. And I'm going to do the best I can to help you. So, the way I see it, you have two options. One, you let me take you to a grief counselor, like I've been trying to do for months. Or two, we take a nice little getaway, and I take you to a counselor after" She said, crossing her arms and giving me a stern look. I stared at her for a few minutes. 

"What's the difference? Either way, I have to see a counselor" I said, huffing irritably, like a small child. 

"Well for option two, you get a vacation out of the whole ordeal. I've got a great place we can go, I've been researching for weeks. That- and I already booked a trip. So start packing hot stuff" she said, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder, turning on her heel, and gliding out of the room. 

"God she's annoying" I muttered quietly to myself, as I walked over to my closet. \

Heyyy guys. Thanks for all the reads. I've got over 1k now. *fireworks explode* yayy. So I hope you're enjoying the story. I've got some really great ideas, so I'm gonna try and update more often now. Especially with school starting soon (ewwwww) vote if you hate school (mostly because of the people there, but also cause it's incredibly stressful) But seriously. I really want to finish this story before school starts, but I doubt that's happening. But yeah, don't forget to vote, and comment. Thanks!