The girl in black sat at her desk facing a white desktop that was worth more money than she’d ever had in her life. It contrasted against the vomit green wall, and she squinted even though the screen wasn’t bright and the room wasn’t any brighter than a normal room in a mental health facility. About eight inches above the top of the computer was a paper tape to the wall with stickers and axolotl paintings the girl had painted at her house a week ago. A week ago the girl in blue had been on vacation, and the girl in black had missed her a lot. The girl in black knew she had a crush on the girl in blue ever since she had set foot into the new mental health program. The girl in black had only had one real crush before and had forgot what it felt like to be in love but slowly, the more time she spent with the girl in blue she realized that’s what it was: love.
The girl in black knew that the girl in blue liked someone else and that she would never fall for someone three years younger than her, which was how much older the girl in blue was than the girl in black. The girl in black took a big chance and she gave the girl in blue a small piece of folded paper with her phone number and a note saying “you don’t have to, but text me if you want” The rules of the mental health program were that you could not exchange contact information because of confidentiality but the girl in black didn’t care. She loved the girl in blue and didn’t care.
The girl in blue said she wouldn’t text because she wanted to follow the rules, but lo and behold, at around nine at night the girl in blue texted. The girl in black was at the emergency pet doctor because her two dogs had an altercation and the smaller of the two dogs was slowly bleeding out. The girl in black shivered as she wiped blood from her pants and checked her phone to receive a message from an unknown number, but the girl in black already knew who it was.
The girl in blue was too smart or maybe the girl in black was too obvious but she guessed who the girl liked and gave the girl in black the whole “your an amazing person, and your going to find other girls who see that the way you want” but the girl in black was too traumatized for one night and she didn’t allow the feelings of rejection to penetrate her hard shell made of pent up anxiety and dried blood on her jean and the dark maroon bath towel that she swaddled the hurt dog in to drive him to the emergency room and the goosebumps on her arms because she didn’t have time to change out of the tiny shirt she had put on before the fight. The girl in blue did not love the girl in black and girl in black wanted to die and to drown in dirt and sand and to hit herself over and over until she penetrated the shell and realized that she had never loved the girl in blue in the first place, she just wanted the girl in blue to love her.