Melissa

Chapter 14: Memorial 2/3

"Now tell me Melissa, how has the outcome of the tragic accident made you feel?" the guidance counselor asked me.

I couldn't speak. I just looked at her like I was hiding something. But I was.. my emotions. Even if I did tell her anything she would just right it down. Like I was in therapy or something. It made me feel like I was crazy. At least I know I'm not. 

"Melissa, you're going to have to talk sooner or later." she said. "We still have a good thirty minutes left here."

I kept my mouth shut. I felt like talking, but at the same time I didn't. So I just stared at her like I was about to choke her. Vanessa just had to die didn't she. She got attention while she was alive and she still gets it when she's dead. Great. 

"Do I really have to answer your questions?" I asked. "I mean,  Vanessa was my bully now she is dead and maybe all of my suffering is gone."

"Yes you have to so I can help you." she said as she gave a fake smile.

"Well why don't you "help" me by not calling me down here."

"You have a lot of sass in that mouth, young lady." 

I closed my mouth again and stayed shut before I could attack her in her own office. I felt like I was already in a asylum and this lady might want to give me shock therapy too. So I just stood up and stormed out the door. 

As I was walking to my locker, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. All of this was confusing me. Vanessa went from best friend to bully to dead in less than one minute. I knew that I had to go to that candlelight thing for her. She tortured me, but I still cared. It would have been messed up to celebrate her death or even worse, dance on her grave like an idiot. 

The memorial was going to be tomorrow and I was going to light a candle and who knows maybe I'd give a little speech about her, but not the messed up part with all the bullying. Well, tomorrow will be the most depressing day of my life and everyone else at my school. Especially since we've never had lost one of our own before.