Romeo Is Bleeding

15

There are these days I'm happy. But then there are these days that I don't wanna be alive. I don't understand it's like I'm drowning and the water just gets deeper and deeper in my lungs. I read in some book that's its depression. But my mama always said black people don't get depressed so I never checked it out anymore. For some reason I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Hey baby you ok?" Romeo asked wiping my face.
"Yeah." I said putting on a weak smile.
We were eating in the lunch and our table got quiet. Romeo stared into my face. "Come with me." He said pulling me up from my chair. He walked me to the library and we sat at a table. He looked into my face. "Baby what's wrong?" He asked genuinely concerned.
I shrugged my shoulders. As tears kept falling.
"Speak to me Queen." He begged.
"It just happens like this sometimes."
"You just start crying?"
"I just feel...empty sometimes. But I'll be fine in a couple of days."
"I need you better now baby. I don't like seeing you like this."
This made me cry more. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I-I-I..."
"Baby come here." He pulled me into his lap holding me as I cry. "You don't have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong." I got up and walked out the library.
"Nova! Nova stop!" Romeo yelled grabbing my arm.
"I just wanna go home." I sighed.
"Okay let me get my stuff and we..."
"Alone." I said cutting him off.
He give me a confused look before grabbing my face making me look in his eyes.
"We together. There is no alone. Now wait here and let me get my stuff." Ironically his locker was about 6 feet away from us.
After he grabbed his stuff he drove us to McDonald's. "What you want to eat?" He asked me.
"Nothing." He nidded his head and got up. 10 minuets later he came bake with two cheeseburgers and two larger fries and sodas.
"I said I didn't want anything."
"I love you. Eat." I glared at him eating my burger. We ate in silence but I could tell he had questions.
"Ask it already. I know you have questions."
"I think your depressed."
"Black people don't get depressed."
"Who told you that shit?"
"My mother."
"Well your mothers and idiot. My tio has depression. Shot himself in the head."
"I don't want to kill myself." I stated.
"Good cause the world would stop moving if I lost you." He grabbed my hand kissing my fingers. I smiled.
"That's the most beautiful thing I've seen all day."
"I'll try to smile more. But it might not last today."
"And why the fuck not." He chuckled.
"I have to see my mother today."