The cool evening breeze weaved in and out of my hair as I sat on one of the picnic benches outside our dorm room. I stared at my phoned, which laid on the table. I didn’t know what to do.

After I had seen the text, I was too shocked to do anything, really. I just stood there for about 5 minutes until I rushed outside so Nina wouldn’t have to hear me scream. The second I had gotten out of the door I stumbled to the area with tables and collapsed on the one, that I’m currently on.

I told her I was going to college. I never said what college, or my new phone number, or anything about me! My dad couldn’t have told her, because I told him I’d be in touch, but I hadn’t revealed to him my new number. I ran my fingers through my hair and fought back tears. There were some people out here besides me, so I couldn’t cry. They were dressed in all black and looked like they could kick my ass, so crying wouldn’t do me any good right now.

Finally, taking a deep breath, I replied to my mom.

“First off, how did you get my number. Secondly, what do you want?” I quickly typed the message. I hesitated for a couple seconds before sending the message. I put the phone down on the table and hoped she wouldn’t reply. Looking up, I saw one of the kids in black staring at me. He had lots of piercings and blood red eyes. I nervously glanced down at my phone, hoping I didn’t upset him by looking at him. Some people are just weird.

As I was about to give up and go inside, my phone started to ring. My mom was calling me. I sighed and clicked “Answer”.

“What do you want, Trish?” I whispered, using her name instead of “mom”. I bit my nails, waiting for her to respond.

“You little shit,” she slurred, barely audible. “your fucking father is divorcing me, which means yyyou have to come back and take care of me. I need money for my booze.”

“Maybe if you were sober I would consider talking to you. Clean up your act and we can talk again.” I half-shouted, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

“Fuck you. You’re not my daughter.” She hissed through the phone, and hung up.

I bit my lip as tears began to fall from my eyes. I know I should hate her, but she was still my mom and everything she said to me pierced me like a spear. I slipped my phone in the little pocket of my sweater and got up. I looked one last time at the group of… Goth? kids and noticed all of their eyes were on me. I gulped and did a small wave before running back inside. “Weird.” I thought, trying to get my mind off my mother.

Opening the door to our dorm, I heard Nina giggling. I stepped inside and saw her skyping Brandon. I quietly slipped past them, and went to my room. I closed the door and slumped to the ground. There, against the door, I began to cry.

The desire to self-harm invaded my brain like a plague. I felt the hands of depression caress me, whispering to me that I should do it. I was never a good daughter.

“NO!” I screamed, every part of me shaking. I quickly covered my mouth and listened for Nina’s laughter.

“Oh my gosh Brandon, shut up!” I heard her laugh, and breathed a sigh of relief. I slowly picked myself up and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and slipped out of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

I let the hot water trickle down my back, and I relaxed. I stood under the steaming water for about 45 minutes until I decided that was enough. I got out and put my hair in a sloppy wet bun. My pajamas I decided to wear were cat shorts and a long white tee. I sat down on the comfy chair in front of my drawing desk, and starred at all the pencils.

Grabbing a medium piece of paper, oil pastels and some charcoal sticks, I began to draw.

I drew the outline of my face, but from the side. I then filled in the details. My Icy blue/white eyes, my pale red lips, milky skin, and vibrant purple hair. I then drew an all-black figure behind me. I made it look like the figure was almost made of smoke, with tendrils of dark steam emanating off of it. I finally drew the figures hand resting upon my shoulder, and drew the darkness seeping into my shoulder and crawling up my neck. By the time I was finished, it was around 9. I carefully signed my name in the bottom corner, and in the free space at the top, I wrote “Depression”.

I tucked it into my portfolio, that held my creepy drawing of Gerards eye, and shut the lights off. I stumbled in the darkness, eventually finding my bed and crawled into it. My first class was at 9:30, so I set my alarm for 7:45. I set my phone on the night stand and rolled over.

There was a light knock on the door, and I jumped.

“Goodnight Rose. See you tomorrow, I think we both have our first class together!” She said.

“Goodnight Nina.” I murmured loud enough for her to hear, and shut my eyes.

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My eyes snapped open at the sound of my phone buzzing. I felt flutters of excitement bubble up in my chest as I turned off the alarm and hopped out of bed.

I ran to the closet and pulled out a nice black tank top and a long red cardigan, along with my white Doc Martens and ripped up black pants. Practically running to the bathroom, I put on a black chain necklace with a raven claws on it. My makeup was a dark smokey eye, and deep red lipstick. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I took my hair out of the bun and let if fall to my shoulders.

My backpack was all ready to go, so I grabbed my phone and headed out the door. Nina was sitting on the couch in a nice red dress with black vans. I motion my head toward the door and she sprang up to follow me. We walked in silence out of the building, towards our first class.

“I think we’re going to Realistic Design.” Nina said, skipping alongside me. I nodded. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk. Along the way, we say lots of interesting people. Most people had their hair a crazy color like mine. I even saw the group of goth kids who were staring at me yesterday, and I decided we should walk faster.

We finally got to a big building, which according to Nina was where we were supposed to go.

“Welp, here we go.” I breathed, and walked through the doors. The lobby was a library, which I thought was nice. Nina led me through some doors and halls, until we reached a dark brown door with a sign next to it. I looked at my phone.

“Professor Derek Quinn – Realistic Design” it said, and Nina looked at me.

“Ready?” She asked, twirling her white hair. It was only 9:15, so we wouldn’t have any problem with walking in on a lot of people.

“Ready.” I replied, and pulled open the heavy door.

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