Wildflowers

"...you do relate to the girls. Abuse is colorblind and crosses all boundaries. Everyone's the same color here. Color blue. You are color blue until you decide to reach that halfway mark with your mother I like to call color yellow. Or you can keep color blue and hope it never becomes code blue."

...her color-coded words kind'a makes sense. Shoot, I been living the blues wit' Mama and now Twin's jealousy blues. My stupid sad and lonely blues are always sung wit' Glen...

"Wanna talk about it, Vanessa?"

She looked back at Serreta unaware of when she'd looked away.

"About what you're thinking."

"It's just..."

She fell silent wondering what it was about the young lady's expressionless being that made her want to spill her guts all over the table.

Sixteen years old and at a crossroads in her life, Vanessa Baines' counseling sheds a new perspective on her relationship with her abusive mother, her abusive growing boyfriend, and having been raised in a gang. She wonders about her life's choices. Does she have any or have they already been made for her?