Livid (A Chris Brown Story)

The Prologue

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"Ms. Laine, you have a client asking for you.." Odella, my assistant informed me as she peaked through my office door.

"Well Odella, it's currently 3:15. I don't usually have a client at this time." I stated, a bit surprised at my sudden change of schedule.

"Her name is Mońet.." She added.

I sighed and sat my pen down, before leaning back in my chair. "Bring her in.."

I removed my reading glasses and arranged the little bit of disorganization on my desk. A few moments later, a young brown skin teenage girl walked in. She was very short and frail. She looked so delicate that even if you laid one finger on her she would break. I sat up and greeted her with a smile.

"Hi..." She whispered.

"Hello Mońet, I'm Dr. Laine. I am the th-" I was cut off.

"I know who you are... That's why I came to see you." She croaked, as she looked down at her feet.

"Well have a seat over there on that little sofa and I'll just get a pad..."

"No... I don't want anything recorded." She stated quickly, before sitting down.

"Okay.. So tell me your problem then." I said, stopping my actions and sitting down in my chair placed directly across from her.

She sat down and played with her fingers. "Uhm.."

We waited and waited... And waited. I was beginning to grow impatient and curious as to why she hasn't spoken yet.

"You know.. Mońet. If you don't want to talk about this today we coul-"

"I don't know what to do.." She interrupted. I sat back and listened closely. "It's like when I make two steps forward, I get pushed 8 steps back.."

"And what is making you feel this way?" I asked, as I clicked my pen that I wasn't using.

"I finally decided to talk to this guy at school and-" She paused. "He totally embarrassed me because of how.. Nervous I get." She rubbed her arm.

"Go on." I said softly.

"And it's no better... When Letrice and her friends pick on me.. Then my parents at home, they just never seem to get me. It's like... Every time I try to talk to them they never listen.. And-" Her voice began to crack and she couldn't keep her eyes off of the ground.

"I'm just tired of not being heard.. I try to speak up. But I just choke." She sniffed and wiped her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

"And this makes you depressed?" I asked.

"Yes. It makes me very depressed. I just need advice." She said, before looking me in the eyes.

She was cute I couldn't help but to feel for her. Because I felt the exact same way when I was around her age. Something so fragile and beautiful is neglected that it couldn't help but to break... A female is like a precious gem, shining with the brightest color, illuminating so much light from its source. But once that gem is pulled away from it's source. The color is Livid. It can no longer show off its beauty and color.

I sat up and rested my elbows on my knees, smiling at her as she looked me in the eyes

"I would like to tell you a story about a girl who was going through the same thing as you." I said. She nodded and kept her gaze at me.

"Get comfortable sweetheart, it's going to be a long story.." I instructed, keeping the smile plastered on my face.

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Livid