My Opposite {Interracial Love Story}

Chapter 8

---May---
Venice's POV
Ever since second semester came around, I've been in that low state of emotion again. Lately I've been feeling very distant from everyone else. I'm always making someone mad, or someone is always yelling at me. I fell annoying and unwanted. I was always sad and always crying. I even began self harming again.
I knew I couldn't talk to anyone about it, because no one would understand me. I was alone with no one to talk to.
One day, I was crying in the bathroom, until Brenda and Blaire came in.
"What's wrong, Venice?" Brenda says, with open arms.
It's funny how people only want to care, if you're crying. As if it's a good deed that they cheered someone up, when they couldn't care less. Or they do, and just want to use all your soft spots as weaknesses in the future. But I haven't talked to anyone in God knows how long, so I just had to spill about everything.
When I did Brenda's once comforting hug turned into a death grip.
"Let's take you to the counselor." Brenda says.
"No. I don't want to talk to them. They'll just make everything worse." I explain.
"Okay... Well let me take you back to class." Brenda says, easily giving up.
That was easier than I thought.
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About 10 minutes into class, one of the counselors comes into my class, and asks me to come to his office.
I so hate Brenda right now.
As we talk, I begin to cry again. The counselor brings me tissues and tells me he's going to call my mother.
"You lied! You told me everything I said would stay between you and me!" I scream.
"That was until you told me you were suicidal." The counselor explains.
"I didn't say I was, I just said sometimes it would just be better if I was dead or never existed." I explain.
"It's all the same." The counselor says, before picking up the phone to call my mom.
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When my mom got here. We all talked, then she made it into a pity party about her life and she began crying. Typical mother. Then when we left, they suggested taking me to see a psychiatrist. On the way home, my mom begins to complain about how I ruined her off day, while I try to keep back my anger and sadness with a blank face.
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---June---
Today was the last day of 8th grade, and instead of being in school with the rest of the 6th and 7th graders, we got a big party.
I wore a beautiful peach-pink and white Aztec dress, along with black ankle boots and a black lipstick purse.
I was surprised when my mom said I could wear make up, so I very happy about that. Then, for my hair, I softly curled it and braided two parts together.
I looked in the mirror with pure admiration.
"I've never felt so beautiful." I say aloud to myself.
"Are you kidding me? I see the same beautiful image every time I see you." I hear a voice say, which makes me jump.
"What are you doing here, Jason?" I ask, smirking at his dressed up apparel.
"Well today's my dance too, but since we can't go together... I was hoping I could get a dance with you before I go to mine." Jason says, pulling out his phone and plays Mirrors by Justin Timberlake. I giggle, as I continue to mess up.
I turn around to see my mom, his mom, and his dad recording us on their phones.
When the music stops, Jason picks up his phone and escorts me outside so we can take pictures.
After we're done taking pictures, Jason leaves, and I make my way to my dance.
The dance was pretty boring without Jason. No one asked me to dance. I was just sitting at the table, playing with my melted ice cream in despair.
"Come on, Venice, you look so bored. Come dance with us." Lexi and Olivia says, grabbing my arms.
We end up dancing and having a good time. Then we end up taking pictures at the end.
We waited outside together and talked before our rides got here.
I had a very good last day, and I'm gonna miss some people, but I really can't wait to get out of this hell hole.
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I ended up staying the night at Jasmine's, so we could talk about the dance.
"Sounded pretty nice. I'm glad you ended up having fun at the end. So did do dance with any cute boys?" Jasmine asks.
Just then Jason walks by.
"Yeah. I danced with the most handsomest boy I've ever seen." I say, giggling a bit, when Jason winks at me.
"You danced with Harry Styles! You're so lucky." Jasmine jokes, which causes me to laugh a bit.
"No... I think this guy was a bit more handsome." I say, smiling.
"Not possible." Jasmine says, kissing her Harry Styles necklace.
"Creep." I announce.
"Whatever, girl. We both know he's fine. That's why I got us tickets for your birthday." Jasmine blurts out.
"Oh my God, you did?!?" I shout, hugging her tight.
"Yeah, but I don't think you'll be going if you hug me to death." Jasmine jokes, pushing me off of her.
We spend the rest of the night talking, until we fall asleep.
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The next morning, I took a shower and did my hygiene things, before putting on some clothes I left over from the many times I sleep over.
Then I proceed to the kitchen, and eat some bacon Grandma Ross made.
Jasmine and Jason's grandparents have been staying here, since their grandfather has been having some health problems, and what's better than staying in a house with Michigan's best medical and surgical doctor. Aka Jasmine and Jason's dad.
Anyways, as I eat the delicious bacon, I admire Grandma Ross, as she cooks and talks to me at the same time. She's so nice and sweet, and of course, an absolutely amazing cook.
I admire how beautiful she was. She had skin, that resembled mine, just a bit darker. She had light brown eyes and curly brown hair, that was slowly turning grey from the roots.
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone began to go off.
"I'm outside. Come on, so we're not late for your appointment." My mom says.
I sigh, then hang up.
"Thank you for the breakfast, Grandma Ross. Could you tell Jasmine I had to leave early to go to an appointment?" I ask.
"Of course, sweetheart." Grandma Ross says, before pulling me into a sweet, nurturing hug.
I walked out the door, into the warm, morning breeze.
I happily skipped into my moms car, before driving off to my psychiatrist.
"Hello, Miss Knowles." Dr. Cole says to me.
"Hi." I shyly say.
"So let's talk..." Dr. Cole says.
We ended up talking about my progress so far this week.
"You seem to be perfectly fine... When did you say the depression started?" Dr. Cole asks.
He literally asks this question every time I come.
"Last spring, like right in the middle of March, but I didn't say anything until May. Then this year It started up during January, but I didn't say anything until May again."
"And why don't you say anything until May?" Dr. Cole asks.
"I don't know." I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"I see..." Dr. Cole says, writing down some notes.
After some time of talking about absolutely nothing, Dr. Cole finally let's me leave.
When I wait in the lobby, I see my mom walking in with my brother and two annoying cousins.
"Go take them in the car, while I talk to Dr. Cole." My mom says, handing me her car keys.
I nod, then grab the little ones hands, while the 7 year old runs to the car.
As soon as I get them in, Jaden, the 7 year old, begins to ask a billion questions.
I tune him out by blasting the radio. Then, my 3 year old cousin, Jalynn begins to sing Loveeee Song by Rihanna. She's too adorable.
When my mom gets back, she gives me a stern look.
"Since your doctor bill is so high, I'm not gonna have time to drive you to North Peak everyday. You're going to have to go back to North Lake." My mom announces.
I begin to do happy flips in my head.
"Oh, ok. That's cool." Was all I could say.
I'm going back to North Lake!