CHAPTER 2
(MARIO'S P.O.V)
"Thank you for coming Tara," , my psychologist friend, welcomed Tara into her office, as we both took a seat. Tara had agreed to go to therapy, and an appointment was set up today. I was only present, because Tara asked me to be here for support. I was happy Tara took this step. Tara was hurting emotionally, and I immediately saw the need to step in and help her. Such a beautiful girl with a wonderful soul. I didn't want to see her emotions turn her into something ugly, that would make it harder for her to bounce back. "Before we start Tara, I just want you to know that this is a safe space, and whatever is spoken between us is confidential."
explained as Tara nodded in understanding. "So go ahead Tara, tell me what's on your mind." "I think…" Tara paused, glancing at me in hesitation. I smiled encouraging her to go ahead. "I want to use this time to speak about my anger issues," Tara stated, pushing her hair out of her face. "Ok," said, listening attentively. "Why are you angry?," Dr. Taylor simply asked. Tara responded with a chuckle. "Why am I angry?. Let's see: My mother took me on one wild trip most of my life down the island called unhappy land. It was one thing to the next, if it wasn't alcohol it was hateful words." Tara opened up, standing up and pacing now. "You don't know how sick I am of her," Tara continued staring out Dr. Taylor's window.
"So sick that anger wasn't the only emotion I felt," Tara admitted, turning to face us. "What others do you feel?," Dr. Taylor asked gently. "Depression," Tara paused as she stared at me shamefully. "Suicidal." "Do you still feel suicidal?," Dr. Taylor asked nonchalantly. "To be honest I don't," Tara responded. "My cousin Lafayette caught me in his bathroom trying to OD on tablets, and sat me down and gave me a reality check." "When we spoke over the phone," Dr. Taylor suddenly spoke up. "You mentioned the love of your life, and him passing away." "No!," Tara exclaimed in sadness. "I don't want to talk about him," Tara quickly dismissed the conversation. "Are you sure?," glanced at me quickly, as I sat silently intrigued to hear more about Tara's past.
"You mentioned that the only way you cope in dealing with his death, is by sitting on his grave crying-"
"Eggs was my sunshine ok!," Tara screamed suddenly, as she kept facing the window. "Just when I thought I wouldn't find someone to love, he came out of nowhere, and brightened my day!." Tara sobbed now. "Eggs understood me. He was the fucking ying to my yang. That bitch Maryann manipulated him, and Jason shot him by accident!. Why the fuck did it have to be Eggs huh?. In the midst of it all he was the innocent one!, and in the end he paid with his life, like the guilty one!." Tara screamed, as she grabbed the large brown marble ball on 's desk, and flinged it towards the window in anger. The glass shattered, as Tara slumped to her knees sobbing uncontrollably. I quickly darted forward, and embraced Tara, as I attempted to hush her, as her sobbing turned into loud wailing. had no choice, but to get the maintenance workers to replace the glass, while I comforted Tara. " 'Cause I can't lose," I sang suddenly (Mario's song; I care for you). " 'Cause I care for you." Sometimes I don't ask for help and you don't wanna open up. I care for you." I continued to sing those four words over and over, as she clinged to me. She had become quiet now, as we sat on the floor surrounded by broken glass. Just like my song I cared for Tara, and I wanted her to know that.
I had suspected that there was more to her pain, as I thought about her losing her deceased boyfriend Eggs. No wonder Tara was so hurt. She never got the opportunity to deal with her pain, and they just kept on building up over time. Tara needed someone to be there for her. Sure she had a little support from family and friends like Lafayette and Sookie and a few others. She needed someone to help her through this personally, so she could let go of her emotional baggage, and move forward. And you know what?, that someone was going to be me. I couldn't bear seeing her like this, it was as if her heart was crying out for me, and I was more than willing to answer…
