I'm warning you now: this story is a lot darker than the stories I usually write.
I was watching an old documentary with my fiancée's frat brothers and got to talking about the subject, which gave me the idea for this. Please review!
Her face was expressionless, gazing off into space. Her brown curls had been tamed into a sloppy ponytail at the nape of her neck, and her eyes were focused on something in the distance.
Bella's head rested on her mother's lap, and Renée was tenderly stroking her daughters pale cheek. When I quietly closed the door behind me, Renée looked up. Bella, however, did not.
"She had a rough day today." Renée whispered at my concerned expression. I sank to my knees in front of Bella and slowly moved a strand of hair from her face before running my thumb gently down her cheek. "I'll leave you two alone. Just holler if you need something." Renée's tone dropped as she stood up and whispered in my ear. "Don't bring up her doctor's appointment. Not today." I nodded and Renée left the room, casting one last glance as Bella's huddled form. I moved slowly, sinking into the spot Renée had previously occupied and eased Bella's head onto my lap.
We sat in silence for a long time; me stroking her hand and occasionally playing with her hair. Finally, I found the courage to speak.
"How do you feel?" I asked quietly. Bella shifted a little and looked at me for the first time since I had come over. Her brown eyes looked worn, and her lips seemed set in a permanent frown.
"Shitty." She admitted, her voice cracked and hollow. Her fingers intertwined with mine and she sighed; a low, mournful sound.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Bella shook her head stubbornly and sat up, wincing and rubbing her forehead.
"Head rush. And no. I don't want to talk about it." She explained in a hoarse whisper. Without further hesitation, she slid onto my lap and I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her tightly to my chest. "I'm sorry." She whispered into the crook of my neck. I felt liquid against my neck and realized she was crying.
"Shh, Bella, it's fine." I assured her, lifting her head with my chin and using the cuff of my shirt to dry her tears. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"You don't have to pretend. I understand." Bella said in a monotone voice, fixing her eyes on the floor.
"No one here is pretending, baby. I love you." No matter how many times I whispered those words in her ear, she always found a way to doubt them.
"The doctor gave me new medicine." She whispered. "He says I'm bipolar." I felt my heart sink and let a tear escape down my cheek before wiping my eyes. How many more things would Bella have to endure? Depression, bipolar disorder, physical abuse, verbal abuse, sexual abuse…..what now? What else could come along and shatter Bella any further?
"I love you." I whispered against her cheek, placing kisses over the tears that fell freely down her face. Bella only whimpered a little and clung tighter to me, closing all space between us, like we were fused together.
I didn't want to let her go ever again. This was not going to change things.
So this is a short chapter, but it's just the preface. The actual chapters are going to be much longer.
Now, I want to make one thing clear. I am, in no way or form, stereotyping the people that suffer through the disorders mentioned and dealt with in this story. My future brother-in-law, Adam, suffered from severe depression, bipolar disorder, and verbal abuse as a teenager. He is 24 years old now and under medication, and is living a normal life. And we (me and his family) couldn't love him more.
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie
P.S. Please review and tell me what you thought!