Another session.
I SIT ON THE sofa but she stands me up and says, "So, I gathered up all of the data from your story and I'm giving you a notebook to write your thoughts and everything down, okay?"
"What? I thought I was going to talk to you about it!" I say feeling like my world's crumbling before my very eyes.
"There is no reason to panic. Calm down. Your uncle just said that you won't be needing therapy anymore."
"W-why?" I say as questions start to float in my head.
"Because you guys are moving next month."
"What?" I feel my heart pounding as the whole world's dissolving or I'm the one dissolving into oblivion past the mountains and the trees, past the waves of the vast ocean waves and the underground groundhog holes, and past the whole universe.
"He didn't tell you?"
"No he did, but..." I feel like crying and screaming all at once. I feel weak and afraid.
I turn to Uncle Kimmy.
"Hey how--"
"Don't hey me! Like we're friends or buddies. You lied to me!"
"What? About the moving thing?"
I don't answer I just slam the car door hoping that I broke it.
"No, not at all. Malauge--"
"My name's not Malauge! I'm Indie! I'm fucking Indie! So say it god damn right!"
"Woah, Woah! Hey, don't talk to me like that!"
I get out of the car and I start to walk.
"Where are you going!?"
"I'm walking home!"
"M-Inde!"
I stop, "What?" My voice breaks as tears stream my face making me want to curl up in a tiny ball and die.
"Indie, please get in the car. It's faster."
"Okay," I go in the car again.
The whole ride home is quiet. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my flannel.
"Where'd you get the flannel from?"
I don't answer.
"So, not talking, huh?"
The real answer was from my friend Ty Sjn. She's so nice. she has long, dark hair, the most beautiful brown eyes, and has the cutest little dimples when she smiles. She half Asian and half Mexican. I'm mixed. How boring is that?
We go home and we go inside the house. I storm up to my tiny room to text Ryan, aka, my crush:
ME: hey
Ryan ;p: hey guess what
ME: what?
Ryan ;p: I just finished a series and I'm rewatching "The Good Doctor"
ME: can I come over
Ryan ;p: nope sorry :(
ME: why?
Ryan ;p: can't I'm grounded
ME: then get off grounding then &_&
Ryan ;): we can hang out @ school and that's it bc my mom will o.O if a girl in the house
ME: she wont no ill b gone
Ryan ;): (o¿o) (.¿.) =) =9 :poop: ;;((00)) UwU
ME: ? :-)) hahaha
Ryan ;): bye gn hahah
I grab my pillow and scream into it. Not even my crush wants to hang out with me. Uncle Kimmy goes into my room.
"Sorry for earlier. You didn't deserve that." I say as he sits on my bed.
"It's okay, Mally."
I glare at him.
"Indie."
"Why give me a name and not call me by it?"
He laughs, "Good point. But ever since you were a baby, we called you Mally, Mal, or Malauge."
"But I'm not either one of those people, I'm Indie."
"Okay, okay. You're growin' on me, slow down, slow down you're getting too grown for me."
I love my uncle, he always finds a way to make me laugh or crack a smile even when I'm in my darkest moments. I know he'll always be there for me even when the people that I love, bail on me.
"Ty Sjn's having a birthday party, can I go?"
"Sure. Don't be late."
"Okay," I squeal hugging him.
"Night."
"Night. Thank you."
"I trust you."
"And you better. Ty Sjn's so innocent and amazing."
"Okay, night again, bunny."
"And a goodnight again to you, Mr. Fox," I say in a sheepish voice impression of an old tv show we're watching together. Every Saturday, we watch old movies on a DVD player or listen to old music on a coset player. It's either the 1920's to 1980's music never the 2000's we're too "cool" for that. Cooool.