CHAPTER 2 "Hey,"
I turn and see my friend walking through the doors with our drinks.
"You feeling any better?"
She has a smile on her face and I decide to mimic it to calm my friends nerves. "Much."
She passes me my drink and sits on the couch beside me. "Thanks." I take a sip and place the cup on
my knees. I swirl the orange liquid inside and watch it. I feel the couch dip beside me, and I know
that my friend is sitting on the couch. There is a silence and within this silence I hear my friend take a
swig from her cup.
"So, where do you want to start?" She asks sitting forward so she can gain eye contact.
I swish my hair, so the dark red strands go over my eyes. But I can still feel her eyes on me and I turn my gaze to the floor beside my feet.
"C'mon Lil, We've got to start somewhere."
I frown at the baby name. 'Lil' How long have I been known as Lil? I ask myself. I'm sure I've never been known by such a name before. Heck! I may have been depressed, but I did take note of my name. And I'm certain that this is the first time I've been given the baby name 'Lil'
As I come to this conclusion I feel my anger rise up against the name, and my friend.
I slowly raise my head the frown turning more into a scowl as I do so. "'Lil', since when do you call me 'Lil'?"
My friend opens her mouth to answer but I cut her off. "Just because I'm 'depressed' doesn't mean you can start babying me! I don't want your pity or help and you can keep your fucking baby names for someone else!"
By the time this sentence is over I've already gotten up and I am half way out of the lounge. My drink had been thrown to the ground and my face had tears running down it once again. I hear my friend coming after me and I break into a run.
"Delilah!" She's calling me but I'm too angry to answer too angry to even tell her to go away.
I'm out the door.
"Delilah! Wait!!"
I'm running. I know that my friend is slow on her big clunky feet and I'm thankful to the fact that I was the best long distance runner of my class.
My friend tries my name once more desperately trying to persuade me.
"DELILAH!"
I ignore her call and run. Run as fast as I can. I wish I could run faster, run so fast that this dark depression is left behind and so that I'm free to live like the 'normal people' or like my friend, Isabelle. But even as I run down the dusty path I know this is impossible. I run until I reach the major road into town then, staying in the bush near the road I finally slow to an easy jog and head back home.
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