Roxy's recovery
Roxy’s POV:
“And then I threw up in Janey’s purse.”
The psychiatrist is taking notes while you look at the roof with a feeling of uncertainty.
“Ms. Lalonde, what I understand is that your alcoholism is a way to cope with the way your friends behave around you. You are under the stress of helping them and not getting any gratitude, and that is what makes you seek a way to numb the pain.”
“They aren’t that bad. Janey is my bestie, and I would do anything for her…”
Months ago.
“Janey, do you think that I could go out with Jake now that he broke with Dirk?”
“What?! Are you insane?!”
“I am just kidding, Jan…”
“I liked you better when you where drunk.”
Today.
“Oh shit.”
After therapy, you went to the cafeteria and sit along with Dirk and a few of the other patients. The angry dude is funny, but the girl with blue lipstick is a bit creepy.
“And this is why you shouldn’t make Kanaya angry.”
“You deserved that punch in the face, Serket.”
It is a bit relaxing here with the background music and the bright colors used for decoration, and the food isn’t that bad.
“You won’t catch me alive, motherfuckers!”
The guy with messy hair and scars in his face enters the place riding a wheel chair, and two nurses are chasing him.
“What is wrong with that guy?” you ask your friends.
“Everything.” Answers that grumpy guy. “He is insane in every sense of the word, and he is a worse asshole than Serket here.”
“Hey!”
While your friends are discussing who is a more annoying asshole, you are distracted by someone entering the place. She seems like a patient, and is sitting alone in an empty table.
“I should greet the new girl.”
“Lalonde are you crazy?” Vriska asks. “I mean, more crazy than what is required to be here. That girl could be a psycho for all we know.”
“That is a bit hypocritical” says Dirk. “Anyway, you should go if you think it is right, Rolal.”
You stand up and walk towards the white haired girl that is looking absently at the motivational posters.
“Hello, my name is Roxy.”
“H-hi. I… I am Callie.”
She is looking at her feet nervously and there ia distinguishable blush in her face.
“I-I am sorry, I am bad at interacting with other people. That is why I am here.”
“Don’t worry, everyone here has problems too.”
You and Callie hit it off after a few days of chatting and some drawing sessions at the recreational center. Callie comes from an abusive home and had to escape after years of cruelty from her father and her brother. She is really good at art, but not a professional, and some of her drawings have been converted to posters for the mental institution.
“That is a really good angel, Callie.” You say to your friend as she is painting a wall of the building.
“I am getting paid for painting new murals since Madame Murel asked for more money than what can be afforded. I just hope that my work can be as good as those multicultural paintings she does.”
“You are already a great artist in my opinion, Callie.”
During those few months, Callie was a good help in your path to recovery, and you helped her get out of her comfort zone and make new friends. However, there where times when she talked with Karkat and Vriska more than with you. It seems like Karkat was giving her advice on something, but you couldn’t understand what… until a weekend night when you two started making out.
“I love you Callie.” You say while you tangle your tongue with her.
“I-I… I love you too!”
You don’t care about the difference in heights, you want to make love to this tiny lady. Just as you remove your shirt, Callie squeals and moves away from you.
“Callie, what is wrong?”
“I-I can’t… I can’t do this.”
She covers herself with the blanket of the bed where you two are sitting, and starts crying.
“I love you Roxy, but I don’t find it appealing to… to have sex.”
“It is okay if you don’t want to be that intimate, Callie. We can just cuddle if you want.”
“Roxy… I have something to tell you… I… I am not a girl!”
Callie unzips her pants and shows you her underwear.
“Wow... So, are you trans?”
“I don’t know.” Callie is tearing a bit. “I was born as an intersex person and I am still exploring my identity after years of being treated as a freak by my family.”
You hug Callie and pat her back.
“Everything is okay, Callie. All that matters is that you are happy.”
After getting out of the institution, you and Callie exchanged numbers and went separate ways in your careers before reuniting again.
Today.
Salt Lake City, Utah.
“Callie, this wasn’t supposed to happen in our trip to John and Vriska’s wedding!”
“You told me we could get to explore touristic attractions in the way to Seattle.”
“Not a Mormon wedding!”
The strange thing isn’t the fact that you are surrounded by stepford smilers, but the fact that this is a group of lesbian Mormons and there are three women going to marry each other.
“Hmm, I thought Mormons were sexists.” You say.
“We became a different cult after President Obama legalized gay marriage.” Says a woman in front of you. “Now we just make underground polyamorous weddings.”
You and Callie are a bit crazy, but just enough to have some fun.