Hello everyone welcome back! A quick write up for those probably wondering: "What the fuck happened to her cuts and the pills and this and that." So I thought to kinda answer your questions. At first I forgot that she had the cuts and stuff so I'm sorry for that, but then I got an idea; I'll make a summary chapter. So I hope this eases your mind a bit and hopefully answers some questions. Enjoy!

Future Note: Fuck, why do I even need to say this anymore. I've fixed it.

Chapter 7: Darkness

I walked down the evening streets of Vale, where couples of all kinds were roaming the streets. It made me feel lonely. I hoped that after risking my life for Weiss she would cling to me, even the slightest bit walk with me. It's been a week since the accident and the only show of sympathy from her was one dinner date with the team that was in 4 hours. It broke my heart to think I did all that for nothing, it made me feel like nothing.

I turned off the sidewalk into the alley, making sure no one saw as I pulled up my sleeves. The cuts were healing, but were still very much visible. I rolled down my sleeves after examining my wounds and pulled out my meds, swallowing a pill dry as I put the bottle back in my pouch and continued down the walkway. I stopped at an apartment building that read: "PSYCHOTHERAPY" above the doors, walking in as I went up to the check-in.

"Hey Ruby! How's it goin?" Glenda, the woman at the check-in desk said as I walked up to her. She had a big smile on her face as I approached. Glenda always brought a smile to even the saddest of people. "How you doin' hun?"

"Okay I guess. I'm still recovering from my concussion from last week, but I'm doing alright." I replied. Glenda walked around her desk and up to me.

"You don't have to be afraid to tell me anything hun. That's what I'm here for." She replied in a hushed tone. I paused for a moment before deciding to confess.

"Promise not to tell anyone else?" I asked, seriousness in my eyes. Glenda nodded.

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Okay," I said as I started to roll up my sleeves. "This was awhile ago, but you're the second person that's seen this." I showed my cut up arms to her. Glenda cupped her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my god," She said aloud. "Why did you do this?!"

"I don't know," I said. "I just felt really broken. I was lost and then I did this."

"Hun," Glenda said, putting her hands on my shoulders as our eyes locked onto each others. "Don't cut yourself if you feel down. We're here so that you don't do this, okay? Promise me if you feel like this again you will call me, alright?"

"Okay," I said. "I promise."

I rolled down my sleeves, Glenda pulling me in for a hug afterwards. She gave me her phone number as the therapist walked out. "Ruby?" the therapist called out. She noticed me standing at the check-in desk with Glenda. "Ah, Ruby. How are you today?"

"I'm alright Ms. Glowe, I got another refill of my antidepressants about a week ago, but I couldn't get my sleeping pills until I got another prescription note." I answered.

"Please, call me Lydia dear. Now come in." Lydia said as she motioned me to walk in. I complied as Lydia closed the door behind her and I sat down on the couch.


About half an hour rolled by. My session felt more like a prison sentence than a mental breakthrough. I remembered how this all started. My interview at Beacon.

About a year and a half ago...

I sat in a dark room, other than the light shining above my head, the whole room was black. Glynda Goodwitch was looking at her scroll, noticing something that caught her eye on the screen as she walked out of the room. I could hear talking out in the hallway, but couldn't make out what they were speaking of.

"All I'm saying is she could be very sensitive and uncomfortable about this matter." Ms. Goodwitch said as professor Ozpin entered the room. She glanced at me in a displeased look, making my eyes hit the ground in shame.

"Ruby Rose." Professor Ozpin said aloud. I jolted my head up as he bent forward, looking deep into my eyes. Possibly more, my soul. "You have... silver eyes." He continued. I sat there, unsure if it was a compliment or vice versa.

"U-umm.." was all I could muster out.

"So, where did you learn to do this?" Ozpin said. Goodwitch held the scroll in front of me, showing footage of the robbery in the security camera. The feed showed me flipping around with Crescent Rose, taking down the robbers one by one.

"S-signal academy." I said hesitantly. Ozpin looked in shock.

"They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?" Ozpin asked. I nodded my head.

He placed a tray of cookies in front of me. My eyes lit up as I shovelled the circular delicasies in my mouth one by one, disappearing as they came to contact with my lips. "There's only one person I know who has that sort of skill, dusty old Qrow." Ozpin stated as he sat down.

"Thrts mer urncle." I mumbled with a mouthful, swallowing the cookies before repeating my sentence. "Sorry, that's my uncle Qrow."

After a long conversation about huntsmen and huntresses, he stood up and motioned Goodwitch to leave the room.

"Listen Ruby," Professor Ozpin spoke. He had a softer tone of voice now. "I read your files. You are really good and talented and I'm delighted give you an apprenticeship to come to Beacon. There's just one thing I'd like to ask."

I nodded my head. "Of course, what is it?" I said, worried I did something wrong.

"Your records say you've been diagnosed with clinical depression, it says here you've been handling it well though. So I just want to know your opinion on it. Do you need medication? Therapy? Whatever you need, just tell me." Ozpin questioned as he paced around his side of the room.

"W-well, it's not too serious, I'm doing well. My therapist says it's good for me to be in training, he says it takes my mind off the illness. But he says that I should be doing regular therapy sessions every once a week just in case. Also I've been taking antidepressants and sleeping medication for sometime now, but the doses haven't changed and he says I'm well enough to be myself, as long as I go for therapy once every week or so." I answered. "Please, I really want to go to this academy. I've dreamt of going to Beacon and meeting friends and fighting grimm alongside my classmates. Please, I'll do anything. Just give me a chance."

Professor Ozpin paced around the room, tapping onto the screen as he did so. Every once and awhile he'd make a low noise. Finally, after 20 minutes of silence, he spoke.

"You promise me you're telling the truth? If I went to your therapist right now or called him, he would repeat your exact words?" Ozpin asked, sitting back down in his chair. I nodded my head vigorously.

"Yes, I swear. I'm telling the truth. My illness is stable, I'm able to do my duties!" I said in a panicking voice.

"Then I don't see why you can't join. I'll sign you up under our medical coverage and book you in to see a new therapist in Vale. You promise if it gets too unstable you will tell her, right?" He asked, a look of seriousness in his eyes. I nodded again.

"Yes, I promise." I said, the professor stood up thereafter.

"Well, Ruby Rose. Welcome to Beacon."

About a week after the interview he booked an appointment for me. Yang drove me to the therapist, finally pulling up to the address. "Well, this is the place." I said as I jumped off her bike.

"Alright, call me when you're finished," Yang said. I nodded as she gave me a hug and kiss on the forehead. "See you later."

Yang drove off as I walked into the building and up to the check-in booth. "Hi there, how may I help you?" The lady greeted at the check-in desk as she gave me a comforting grin.

"Umm, I'm here for an appointment." I answered, showing the lady the note from Ozpin.

"Oooh, you're Ruby Rose then! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Glenda, It's so nice to meet you!" She said as she extended her hand, a smile from cheekbone to cheekbone as we shook hands. Glenda picked up her office phone afterwards and pressed a few numbers on the dial pad.

"I'll just let the therapist know that you're here." She said as the line was connecting. "Please, sit, sit."

I obeyed as I sat at the chair closest to the desk. There wasn't anyone else in here except for me.

'Must be a slow day today.' I thought. About a moment later, a door opened as a woman stepped out. "Ruby Rose."

"Y-yes, that's me." I answered hesitantly as I got up from my seat and walked up to her. The woman held out her hand.

"Hi there Ruby. I'm Lydia, your new therapist. Please, come in!" Lydia said as she guided me in to her office. I sat down sideways on her couch as if awaiting a checkup.

"Please dear, make yourself comfortable." Lydia said as she went to her office desk, pulling out a file from her drawer. I complied and swung my body around as I laid back on her couch. Lydia asked me questions about my depression, questions about my childhood, question after question after question. After what felt like the quickest 30 minutes of my life her watch beeped.

"Oh, well. That's all we have for today." Lydia said as she placed her notebook down on her desk. I got up and made my way to the door.

"Hold it!" She instructed, making me screech to a halt. I turned around slowly to face her.

"It's a pleasure meeting you Ruby. I really want to help you. Here," Lydia said as she gave me a lollipop. "I'll see you next week!"


Present time.

About a year and a half later and here I am, still going to therapy, still secretly crushing on Weiss, still taking the same medication and hoping that someday it will all just be over with and I can be a normal girl. But that's nothing more than a dream, a fantasy. And while I am still depressed and going through with life as positively as I can I'm still in the same loop. Over, and over, and over, and over...

"Well, that's all the time we have. I think we're getting close to a breakthrough. How about, lets say.. next Tuesday?" Lydia asked as she got up from her chair. I nodded as I got up and made my way to her door.

"Doc, can I ask you a question?" I asked, looking at her seriously.

"Well, I have 5 minutes before my next patient. Sure, hit me." She said, sitting atop her desk.

"If you secretly loved someone, that was different from an average women attraction, what would you do? What would you say?" I asked. Lydia looked at me, thinking hard about her response

"Well, I don't really know what you mean totally, but I think I get where you're coming from. You like someone that's different from regular crushes from girls. To be honest, I'm not very sure Ruby. But I do know this," Lydia paused, getting up and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If you truly love someone and you want to make it official, then time and fate will make it happen. Don't worry, when the time's right, you will see it unfold itself." She answered. "But you need to take a leap of faith, tell whoever it is the truth. And if that person disagrees with you, then it just wasn't meant to be."

15 minutes later, in Vale.

I thought of what Lydia said as I walked the streets of Vale. I thought of how Yang felt when she found out about my cuts, it was the next day after the accident. Yang cried when she saw the word 'mistake' on my arm. She knew I was broken again so she stayed with me that night, and the next night after I was let out of the hospital she slept next to me. Yang was afraid, she wouldn't leave my side. I was able to hide it from the rest of the team, but Yang knew and it killed her. I thought of what would happen if my other teammates knew, or my other friends. I was afraid to tell them, I was afraid they would see me differently. I was afraid of myself, so I hid it deep within me and plastered on a happy smile, trying to forget my true identity as if it was nothing at all.

I leaned against the railing at the docks. The streets were still filled with people, together. Talking and walking and laughing and smiling. I put up my hood and tried to ignore it, waiting for the dinner date with the team to happen in a few hours. I sighed as I watched the sun set on another day. And pulled my cape around my body, hiding myself with the thin red fabric from society.

Alright, so that was Chapter 7 of this fanfic. To be honest, I thought I butchered it when I remembered Ruby's wounds. But then inspiration struck and I came up with a filler chapter. Now I'll admit that I tried my best at getting the therapy thing on point. I also tried to make this work as best as I could, so please forgive me if that's not exactly how it works or anything. I TRIED, aight? Also I'd like to thank the guest that pointed this problem out. I knew after that I fucked up there. So thank you for commenting on it. I hope I made this feel more on point with Ruby's depression. Also, I'm not trying to advertise this or anything, but for those who don't know you can see the newest episodes of RWBY by signing up to Crunchyroll, I've already seen the next episode, and DAMN, it's good. So as always, stay tuned!

Spoiler alert, I will be doing something with this discovery. Weiss might be involved. That's all I'm hinting at for now.