Blue Funk
Author: Miss Lemons
Author's note: THANK YOU SO MUCH for the reviews! I was really happy there were a lot. Some of you guys wanted to know why Lea was so mad, maybe you'll find out what happened here. I apologize for not updating for a really long time (has it been two weeks since I posted the second chapter or…?) because I was really busy with schoolwork. Evil teachers are bombarding me with homework :( and I'm afraid this might continue throughout this month, but I'll try my best to update as possible as I can. Again, the amount of reviews, alerts, and favorites that came in REALLY made me smile. Keep them coming! Thank you so much. Enjoy! This one's quite short…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters (except for Dr. Wesley) as they are real people. Only the plot is fictional.
Days after the incident, everything was a blur. Dianna has been feeling more depressed than usual, and honestly, she's driving me insane. A frown was always plastered on her face wherever she went; whether it was on set or her apartment. Emotional breakdowns would often start randomly; while her castmates would try to comfort her as never ending tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She still refuses to talk, let alone answer our questions, unless it was required for a scene. She only spoke when she was angry. Once the cameras stop rolling, her words stopped as she continued to ignore the concerned looks people were giving her. Hell, even Ryan got really pissed at her when she was not cooperating, and she just gave him that glare when he insisted on talking to her. Knowing that she was going through a hard time, he, like other people, would just ignore the tears that brimmed in her eyes and not decide to talk about it further.
It's been weeks since we worried about Dianna. Right now, we're filming episode 5, 6, and 7 all at once. It was honestly terrifying watching Dianna in tears as she turned on her weird, depressing music in her trailer, which happened almost every night on set. The last time she spoke to me, not for a scene, was a week ago.
Her emotions were working like a roller coaster. She can shift moods from being completely silent to being furious at everyone in the next ten minutes for no particular reason.
"Di, you're treating us like shit." I told her a little too harshly once after seeing her snap at Mark and Cory after they asked her how she was doing. "Clean up your act. We know you're depressed, but just quit acting like a brat!"
Dianna just looked angrier. "Fuck you!" she said to me, her voice cracking, signaling the start of tears. Then, she put her head in her hands and just stared at the floor.
I tried to be comforting instead of confronting. "This isn't you, Di." I said a little calmer than before. Surprisingly, she just shook her head in response and started to sob uncontrollably. No one was surprised; these things happen frequently. Brad witnessed the situation, and quickly excused Dianna from set and ushered us out of the room. Later, Ryan called me to his office, saying that Dianna needed help. Heather and I decided to take her to a therapist. In a small voice, Dianna insisted that she did not need therapy and that she was fine, but we just chuckled sarcastically in response before literally forcing her into Heather's car. Ryan watched the situation from behind and nodded approvingly. Dianna didn't protest again after that, and I guess she knew that she needed this although she didn't want to.
The car ride was awkward. Only Heather and I talked among ourselves, our voices overshadowing the soft sound of the Coldplay CD playing in the car. As our conversation died, so did our anticipation of questioning whether Dianna would be alright. Her silence was louder than any noise I've ever heard. I turned back and saw her head glued to the window, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. At least she isn't screaming, I told myself, and glanced at Heather who exchanged the same worried look.
Twenty long minutes later, we reached our destination. I unbuckled the tight seatbelt and saw Dianna asleep in the back seat in the same position as before. "Does she even get decent sleep these past few weeks?" Heather asked me. I shrugged, the same question still circling my thoughts. "I have no idea, she always looks tired." I replied. "She's probably crying herself to sleep every night."
"True," Heather agreed. "Let's get her up."
We shook Dianna awake and headed for the building where Everett Wesley, a therapist who was a good friend of my sister was. Heather and I already made an appointment beforehand, so minutes later; Dianna was able to get inside his office. An hour later, both Dianna and Dr. Wesley exited the office with frowns plastered on their faces.
"She refuses to talk," Dr. Wesley informed me when he ushered me to a table where we could have a chat. I sighed. "I'm not surprised," I said. "She's been like that for the past few weeks."
"Do you mind telling me why you brought her here, Naya?" he asked.
"I witnessed her and her girlfriend having a big fight a few weeks ago," I said. "And ever since, Dianna changed. She was a completely different person. It's sad, you know."
"It is," Dr. Wesley agreed. "I have a lot of people who come to me with these kind of problems, and I'll try my best to… help Dianna, alright?"
"Alright, thank you so much." I said. Dr. Wesley handed me a handful of pamphlets on coping with depression, heartbreak, and things like that. He also implied that Dianna may be bipolar if I noticed some behavior patterns. He told me to tell her to read those pamphlets, although I was sure that they'll end up in her trash can.
After I left the building with Dianna and Heather, we stopped for some coffee on the way. And again, the car ride back was just as awkward and silent. The only thing Dianna said was that she hated her therapist. I just sighed and rested my head against the window. Dealing with depressed people, especially if they're one of your close friends, is harder than I thought it would be.
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