BLUE (Frankiana Version)

Seven

"Y'ready, Franki?" Jorge knocked softly on the bedroom door. Franki tugged her beanie onto her head and padded over to the door, opening it slowly and smiling when she saw the taller girl on the other side.

"Ready," Franki nodded once. "Will Diana be here when we get back?"

"She gets back from class in an hour," Jorge pushed the door open wider and motioned for Franki to follow her. Franki had her weekly therapy appointment that day.

"I do not like going," Franki confessed as she followed Jorge out to the car. The dark skinned girl raised an eyebrow, making sure Franki buckled her seatbelt before they pulled out onto the road.

"Why not?" Jorge asked. Franki sighed and shook her head.

"I do not know her," Franki pulled her legs up to her chest and stared out the window. "She does not know me. Strangers are not friends."
"I get what you mean," Jorge said honestly. "But she's a doctor, you've got to at least try to let her help you."

"Why do I need help?" Franki lifted her head and looked over at the older girl. She didn't understand why she needed to go.

"I'm not sure," Jorge drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. "There's just some things you've got to work on, that's all. Everyone needs to work on some things. You just need a little extra help."

"But not everyone has to go and talk to a stranger," Franki sighed. This made her feel different. It made her feel stupid. Why was she the only person who needed help?

"That's a lie," Jorge shrugged. "I have to go after class and get help from my teacher sometimes. It's practically the same thing. It's just I need help with dancing in heels, and you need help with your emotions. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Franki nodded slowly. What Jorge was saying was starting to make sense. But she still couldn't let go of that fact that she felt different. Not the good kind of different, either. The kind of different that made people stare at you when you went out in public.

Once they reached the doctor’s office, Franki was led back into the small room. She sat down in the same red chair she had sat in multiple times before. There were a few different chairs in the room, but she chose the red one because it was the furthest away from the therapist's desk.

"How've things been at home, Franki?" the dark haired woman looked up from her desk. Franki hung her head down and played with her hands nervously.

"Good," she shrugged and tugged at the beanie on her head. Diana had given it to her, she remembered. It was the girl's lucky beanie. As long as Franki was wearing it, she could do anything.

"What have you been up to since we last met?" the woman tapped her pencil against her desk. The noise made Franki's anxiety heighten.

"I went to class with Kiwi," Franki remembered, feeling a small smile form on her face.

"Don't you mean Diana?" the woman asked. Franki nodded.

"That is what I said," the smaller girl grew nervous. "Her name is Kiwi. Only I can call her that. She is my Kiwi."

"Oh," the therapist jotted something down. Franki didn't like her facial expressions. They worried her.

"I made a friend, too," Franki blurted out. She knew whenever the woman wrote something down that she had said something wrong. "Two of them."

"You did?" the woman looked up. "Tell me about them."

"They are in Kiwi's class. There is a girl named Kiara. And her boyfriend is named Gino. He makes things with clay," Franki looked down at her arm, where Kiara had painted the flower. It had washed off in the shower, but there was still a slight shadow where the black paint had been.